May musk, her month
she mouths
this darkness she likes
embers lit her lips
sweet smelling light
cloves and cigarettes
curled like the paper of
her
Nyctophi
lia
She readies the reminder:
trouble trains of
twinful thoughts
think alike, sexual
a scratch and a bite
mindcest partners.
Nights
unarmoured it frets
We're Asians, polite
with a smile yet
disregarding advice
Shoot on sight!
Camera obscura in our minds
Askholes
two of a kind.
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Give me some beat, mr Saxo!