Voodoo Gods
 

Her body spooned against me
with whiskey breath
I watch her wasted
hear her tears
drip sick on my pillow

I want her touch
I won't get it
She's too caught in scarlet prayers
to voodoo gods she claims
not to believe in

But I know she does
believe
in despair and alcohol
in feeling pain to know she lives

And I wonder
how long it will be
before she converts me
to her faith
 

Innocent Little Sin

She danced
    in oiled and perfumed motion
    an exquisite machine
    a wild and beautiful razor

Followed her home
     like a wolf with hungry teeth
     she purred like a blade
     a neon nightmare

Kissed her mouth
     spanked her cherry heart
     let her tattoo my tongue
     with black nails

 Innocent little sin
    till the leather began to weep
    till she reached inside
     showed me her love

Like day-old bruises
 

Loud Love

She wears her love loud in her smile
in the wanton weave of her fingers
     in my hair.

She plays her song of wicked bells
and my soul shivers to the sound
     as I kneel.

Her hands press, drawing me to her,
bringing me to the lovely oblivion
     between her thighs.

She murmurs a soft litany of want,
as she bids me satisfy my hunger,
     and hers.