as of yet

delicate patterns
honeysuckle and lace
stained by memories
that drop from my face
a comfortable yellow
ridden with knots
bends me together
tears me apart

spiral slowly pattern
contrast light from sun
now my mind will rattle
and claim him for its own

his gangly fingers
his gaunt cheekbones
sing my soul's soul
and echo his own
the melting of hot sweat
the sinking of pores
awake with a quick pant
to strangle the whores