Goth Princess 93
by Colin Van Der Woude

I signed her my protocol of love
with acquisition from unholy deeds
this love of mine
tasteful and fortuitous in it's absence
I tasted her
rich lipstick lips of enchanting desire
now that she has gone
my lips pale by comparison
lack of red
wanting her again
to have her near disposition of fear
warm our cold bones from the winter's nights
sitting by the fire
catching the embers before they burn
dropping cheap regrets into the half empty bottles
wine my thirst
you my feast of kisses
three kisses
I don't mind that you've gone
even though everything seems wrong
I'll have memories to conjure
and I will never forget you.