sugar, salt and foam
snow, cocaine, or her infamous cloud
like the jar of sleeping pills
that invites me to succumb
to the sweetest dream of all...
White is my canvas
my notebook
her thighs
Upside of a tennis match
upskirt of my thoughts
ice rink of my obsessions
Anais Anais
without the Nin
Night satin white
her tiny cotton undergarment
looks so fucking pristine
immaculate angelical vision
for a devil like me
Pearl strung and hung
like soap on a rope
boxed vampire I...
stare motionless and in awe
at the sun of my night
White is where I spill my love
what I need to poem stain
with the black ink blood
that my pen leaves for you
as we slowly succumb
to the sweetest death of all...
