Lovely poison

You are the poison of sense
Arch-angel
Heart and closet love

Closest closet, you have my new kingdom?
To set fire-sense to.

I dont want you to
No, yes I do

Bring me my mind
On a purple cushion
With your poison engraved
Like your laugh

Echo my name
In a desperate cry
Youre sorry I think it makes sense

To be here
You brought the straightener?
Oh hallows eve!

Why did I share?
The words that I fell for.

On that lovers night
so many

Typewriter-orgasms
ago.