winking

Whip
The whip strikes stinging
I try to scream through leather
It swallows my voice

Smoke
She is the smoke from
the end of my cigarette
Drifting past my eyes

Winking
She hates my winking
Thinks it dirty and loathsome
Her mind reflected

Dark Queen
My dark queen enters
slow like night and fills all eyes
with cold dreams of her

Old Dreams
On old dreams like wings
tattered she flies still soaring
above my low eyes