Becoming my quill’s poetic voyeur
tasting the fly in the ink
the dark side of my hors d’oeuvre
listening to silence whispering in my ear
as if lusting scorpions crawling my back
among the shadows in my mind’s oasis
from one verse to another infinity
wearing my flesh arousing me
tasting the fly in the ink
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