Cinnabar Lips (pictures on my eyelids)

she sips from
whipped cream covered
hot sweet stickiness

tongue with diamond stud
from between cinnabar lips
removes chocolate flakes
and multicoloured lies

book extended in my hand
i pretend to myself
i dont stare at women

especially not tattooed and pierced
and tasting of honey

especially not dark haired
to contrast my red
to fall on my pillow
on my thighs

pictures on my eyelids
of skin and breasts
and metal bolts

boys with the devil
riding pillion

girls with red dilated pupils

i think of you
in much the same way