the girl in your next song:

double edged
major/minor lies
leave my neck stained
from you,
a tounge bleeding prose.
in hunger you feed on me
superficial inspiration
hollow it escapes me.
sick on your breath
like smoke rings
through the speakers
fine lines
grey base
tremble the fixtures
in me
you are in me
an acoustic affair
beneath the strum
of 6 strings
tied to me
knoted in
selfish body heat
you wear
velvet gloves
to me
unlocking
and relocking me
lyrical shackles
and 88 keys

hmmm. . . it's not done yet?