Muse
As she
sprinkles
her fingertips
and tickles me,
pricking
my ribs,
ink
begins
dripping...
and crippled,
I shrivel
into a wrinkled,
crumpled
sheet...
As she
sprinkles
her fingertips
and tickles me,
pricking
my ribs,
ink
begins
dripping...
and crippled,
I shrivel
into a wrinkled,
crumpled
sheet...