Beauty and Lust

Beauty has frost bite and is just

going to live that way.

The stench is aggressive.

I have been living whichever way is out of sight

from Age and Lust.

Beauty and I go way back

to a year I only remember as a pile of sugar to play in.

Skin scrubs keep Age away.

 

The truth is Beauty and Lust have never met,

though some think they are a couple.

Lust’s eyes are inverted in her face,

her longings contorted and her hearth

cold.

Diseased Disease

Slim sunsets sink slowly.

I am a lemon. I am a thorn.

I hurl.

Water finds me grotesque.

Sometimes I sit under hospital beds

and eat away at lives

like bitter battery acid.

Was it because I loved you that I siphoned your contentment

or because I have a funnel where my heart should be?