Deviant

Homeless hearts on a lookout for ecstasy

dismembered from intimacy

struck down now in service to a foreign

needless itch to feel

touching every tender bone

arch and stretch prove to be melodious

varnish to the whispers we entail

curves delicately smudged

tempted to disassociate the flesh

from its message

rouse yourself from the afterthought

of desire bare

reborn in the delight of the dark