Kissing up the old goat's skull,
And tempering the black silk satin,
Chanted words hold such allure.
Everything forbidden tastes the best,
As divinity commanded.
A strange test,
That I failed before I started,
Something not quite right in the design.
I relish in my snivelling.
YOU ARE READING
Narcissist
PoetryI write poems so that you might like me. // Insomnia induced poetry.
