The Vices of Fidelity - by Shari-Lyn McArthur

The Vices of Fidelity

I inhale you filterless
miasmal sigh and
horehound kiss

swig 
the dregs 
of your juniper wit

tongue the gutter for each and every drip

my mouth 
burlesques 
a taiko drum 

through the gorge down to the last molten crumb

see me wager on you past sanity

borrow from myself
sans recourse
to make the ante

your darkest matter
the lure
of my enlightened fears 

our felix culpa
the bond 
of your earthy gravisphere

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