Intoxication

A silvered finger rippling
into the writhing vortex pull
Of the newly freed mind,
Slipping on the black leather collar
With iron chains breathless short

Drawing back in strike formation
with a cloak of emerald coils
encasing iron frame will,
threading the glittering fragments
once known as detachment

The mind-whispered kiss
of sultry sibilant seduction
slicing through rapier point day
and satin fold night
with darting predatorial grace

Gliding past longstanding guillotine blades
sprinkled with heartblood,
thistle-tipped strigen wings
ruddy with permission
to engage in Battle

Check your issues at the door, sir-
this is the addiction zone.




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