Kiss the fool.

A lust poem, I think.

Upon blood thin lips,
my finger tips
touch her curious smile.
Those usurping eyes.
I am hypnotized,
heart strings dangling all the while.

Slink surrounds me,
then expounds me.
Each breath sweetened
with despair.
An absent spine
has encircled mine.
Lungs collapsing now,
with care.

Heart beat slows,
though expectation grows.
My mind
a senseless pool.
Yet through  my fear
she pulls me near.
She's come
to kiss the fool.