comes rolling out of my pursed lips,
like smoke curling under the door.
Somebody’s going to get burnt soon.
Tattoo your inner demonsall over my bodyLay your glance next to my heartTouch my soul *Read my other Love Poetry. Or listen to it.
The two women stared at each other for a moment of mutual sizing-up. The younger one had had enough practice at not flinching but the urge to look around the colourful room was strong. She clamped her back teeth together, the action producing the faintest tremor of flesh but no…