Fumbling fingers,
blood spills on white piano keys;
you whisper of virgins
lifting their skirts with pride.
Blood streams between legs,
a soft moan of pleasure
escapes around static.
Eyes spring forward with madness,
the spine breaches the surface--
fumbling fingers now achingly precise.
"Do not stop!"
Slither from piece to piece, page to page;
lick each divine composition with breathless certainty.
Spit words, verses scribbled on sleepless mornings.
Eyes wide, mouth ready to take the fall;
dissipate the truth from blue veins--smile with bloody teeth.
Persistent, prolonged, ever-present,
you shake when I suck you dry--
I shake when you look in my direction.
