Your mouth looks
As
Bittersweet as marmalade
As
Soft as flowing, cheap white wine
And down your back
I write in permanence,
NIGHT BLACK ink;
“What will the neighbours think?”
You sing like my cello strings
As
Trembling a bass as the owl
Unto the pussycat
I dye your clothes
With MIDNIGHT BLACK
And hope that they’ll see you
Just the way I do.
Your eyes are deep as
The King’s spider Cave
On the shore of the western isle,
Where I got my name,
I colour your hair
As dark as the cave’s back
And hope they’ll not…
Look you in the eye.
I push that white chocolate skin
Down into the heavy soil
Won’t let you wash
Don’t stand too close to the window
My love, don’t let the truth show.
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Submission Name: White chocolate
