11.05.16-tears

your kiss 

salty from tears 

I gave you 

LOVE

to the death

PROTECTION

to the death

you gave me

your FEARS

I’m the mongoose immune to the

Fear cobra, that I eat

your BAGGAGE 

I put it with the rest 

I faded

To black

When we’re 

introduced

smile  politely

I won’t let on

Vis-à-vis  your death 

by a

million

self-inflicted cuts

I’ll just walk

kiss her

Hers’  taste like

lust

Yours’  taste like 

tears