My Black Cherries

black cherries in the gun
i’ll gamble your black eyes rolling on the floor as dice
hoping to win the blind side of the words

this blunt whisper of your presence tames my demons …

my thoughts slipping under the TGV,
my mind giving birth to bloody railroads nailed on the centre of the words
which you refuse to believe.

your head falling down the chimney of my crave,
my lips teasing body parts of the second …

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