Evanescent
like the scent of
decay
I was fading from
the race
When in despair,
my darkest days
Ran amok and forged
her face
From the fairest
of handmaidens
To a slick perverted
wraith
Nymphetamine
Heaving midst narcissus
On a maledict blanket
of stars
She was all three
wishes - sex, sex,
sex
A lover hung on
her death row
I was hooked on
her disease
Highly strung like
Cupid's bow
Whose arrows hungered
meat
And the blinding
flare of passion
In the shade of
narrow streets
Where their poison
never rationed
All the tips they
left in me
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