As his breath split her words

that age between seconds

she asked for the breeze

just enough to shuffle, let him see

the fall of his lovers hair,

tempting his mouth

to her smile

beware Belladonna eyes

tripped out,deadly

the sweetest of black cherries

polish lie lines, crush dreams

strung out hung out to dry

she plays in the shade of his mind

whimpers climb to darkening skies

whisper of myths, legends

on lovers ties

the breath of possibilities

calls clear his name

and he wants.

So beware Belladonna eyes

lips touched with black cherries

bittersweet her flavour

irrational the need...