wild lines
My wild flower,
let me squeeze all the juice of poison dry,
My thirst is never satisfied.
My body is aching,
your thorn might ease the pain.
My tortured soul of being used.
To you I am never confused,
If it’s my blood that you need I even offer my soul.
I will trim and fix all the unwanted leaves.
My forbidden beauty that bare no soul,
In the darkest part you are found,
for you I will make no amends,
nothing can untame the lingering feeling
even the most viscious dog cannot stop me
To your unwanted, unfair pleasures
I surrender.
(2014)
