I shutter in leather eyes lashes
Cuff me to black veins
Fool me into your prison
Cut me in your dungeon
I am the spy
Love me
In heart shaped locket
Keep me in your magazine article
Between news lines and spread
I am muted space
Between cherry red lipstick stains
Drawn in stitched panties
Made of lace.
Reach for me
Beyond wire rimmed lens
Dense imperfection
Music and conversation fades
I am beyond the crowds
In Contempt
Handcuffed to buttons
The way my smile creases your heart.
As I fade back into the distance
You smell me on your fingers.
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