Friday, April 1, 2016

Poem: 'Impression' by Andy Bove


I invite you now into the night
Upon your skin I carve my invitation
I mix my blood into your blood
My ink spills into your mouth
My invitation to you now undeniable
Sealed by my bite, my signature you
Wear like an awful sinful secret
But our secret you love to bare
Those marks on your throat
That remind you of me and burn
When touched by the naked brush
Of the nighttime and chilled air

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