A caress over the curve of a waist cutting
into a body always held by
lust open
yourself its the only way to find
love when love can only find
its way down your throat
if your mouth is silent but open.
kiss the throat bruised from attempts
to feel something
forever too tired to bother extending
to the outside world
but that world is a girl
hiding in a room that’s always
barricaded by the same prayers
that someone will try to open the door.
Lucifer’s Halo 