• Sweet seduction of lily white.
    Sling through the dark.
    You whom hold ivory daggers,
    Imbedded in the skull
    Like the clear heart in your chest.

    You whom do not cring at the sign of death.
    But rather dance upon ones grave.

    Cling to the scent
    Of ones neck as they pass.
    Like a mask you wear, your skin
    Painted on with painted smiles.