Tuesday, February 11, 2014

L'esprit de L'amant

She begs me
For every forever
As I kiss death
Five times a minute
With a guilty grin
Of grit and stain. 
That guilt runs west
Staring at her heals
Expecting a bitter lift
To a better path
And a better man
But she doesn't want better;
She doesn't want heaven. 
She's adopted my demons. 
She said they only need
A little bit of love. 

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