A penny prays in the gutter
But not even the tarot will answer
Without an exchange of commodities
Or salacious fluids and a penny is nothing
If not followed by a more persuasive sum.
The copper of your overturned kiss
Dances through my blood, a plague,
A gyration in the dreadful stillness
Of my once gun-wielding heart.
I could love you, levitating, lubricating
A single touch to ease an intrinsic slaughter.
Seduction through the application
Of feverish hands lacks finesse but in a pinch
Anyone will do and I’ve a creature inside of me
That demands the darkness inside of you.