An Ode To My Sinned-Virtue

~ An Ode To My Sinned-Virtue ~

A humming-bird on your icy tongue,

Tiny nails pierce deep into the skin ..

Crimson Ocean soars into its toy-eyes, 

Little chirps steeped in evil poison,

Hums my name — shrilling scowls,

Auburn scroll folded in its wings,

A torn soiled paper neatly rolled,

— twined n’ tasseled in pure azure ..

Encrypted ablaze letters inscribed,

— Visible only to my sinful sight ..

Songs of dismay ..

Poesies of detest ..

Sonnets of recoil ..

Hymns of distrust ..

Serenading the kindled hatred …