By S.J. Cunningham   selke@mailexcite.com
Date: 28 May 1998

Waltz Skid Dropped from a Skyscraper

Penitent
for all my past transgressions
Love's imposter
parading the charade of two dimensional with a sleight of hand
familiar only to a magicians apprentice.

You inspire me Mr. Bailey
past constraints no longer at issue
FREEDOM
promises I feinted from
Now trickle out my lips
I can hardly demand my heart back
lost the will to.

Sandlewood seeps into my blood
carpet of chest devouring my fingertips 
You've got me bebbe
Lock, stock, and barrel 
clinched

I want to eat your lips
knaw on the flesh
Soon tatooed with my signature.
Mine.