Stained sheets of red
Garnished with pieces of flesh
A tangle of entangled hairs
A spot of your dried spit
Two cracked brown nails
And the inescapable insatiable
Stench of your broken body.
Crumpled by my side
Moaning at the moonlight
From cracked windows
A shiver down your spine
Moving at a snail's pace
The blue red of your lips
Arousing my tepid form.
Would they shout murder
Or call it my love affair.
