prospective lover, beware.
teach me how to kiss without teeth.
the heart is a hungering mouth, it serenades as surely as it salivates; don't let your hand stray too near, my love, for it has fangs for teeth, and it does not eat from plates. the vocal chords of a siren in the deep sea; steer your ship, take shelter in the maudlin for my song penetrates candle wax, a prelude— my fangs now pierce your skin the saliva is a slow-killing poison, so why, why, why do you so confess? i can bite, i can chew what i cannot digest, but i never did learn how to kiss or caress. my heart is not adoring lips you worship, it is but a slobbering mouth; leave the compass, abandon the north star —and run headfirst towards the south. heed my warning, my siren song, before i swallow you by the mouthful; but perhaps, this appendage will learn to beat, and the poison will meet its cure.
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stunning as always