Yes, this is the developed version of a “recycled” poem. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, read the “backstory” behind Belladonna Lips.

 

DEVOTED DEVOTEE

your eyes

i caught them smiling

and your lips

invited me to silence

your fingers

tracing the strings of my heart

you’re upon me

 

i’m walking

and walking

and walking

my steps

taking me into the abyss

treading in blind

with you leading 

on my wrists, a bind

 

you see

the presence of a devotee

now lost in reverie

locked free

 

i’m chained tight

forever trapped in midnight

wailing prayers with all its might

blinded by moonlight

and numbed from frights