From the Kissed

existing within the nerves of his barbed mouth
time surrendered to his hallucinogenic ideals
and his drenched aphrodisiacs wove secrets
into silvery flicks of light hearted judgement
pushing the slivers of my remaining soul into a slit
of hoarse vapour, that knew nothing of preservation
counting the strings of glassed revelations that emerged
from his chest, his tongue spoke to the walls of lucidity
and I, brushed against the bones of his wistful longing
lingering inside the constancy of his crimson stained lips.