:: Encumbrance ::

Incubus

Doesn't she taste sweet
A doll of rag-stitched beauty―
Drink in her
Paper-cut perfection
See the flutter, your butterfly kisses
Like dead bodies in her eyes.

Drown now,
In her sweat, let the heat of her palm,
Frame and fan
Your languid penitence.

Isn't she splendid
A wailing willing incubus―
Plain and liquored dry.
Unravel the clutter, your fallen grace
Like sour bile in her mouth.

Drown now,
In her grasp, let her etherized passion,
Cling and crash
Your venal epic.

Shouldn't she beg,
Banshee-love, ravaged princess―
Lay to waste her pledge.
Plundered power, your raspy breaths
Like lurid cheer in her hair.

Drown now,
In her tears, let the quiver of her lip,
Rive and rip,
Your callow hymn.

Let her be
Your incubus.

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《1930上海篇 》

原来你的夜上海，
是我情人的眼泪。
因为得不到你的爱，
所以等着你回来。
恨不相逢未嫁时，
于是在不眠的秋夜，
嚷着你听到的歌声。
我是天涯歌女，
为了奇异的爱情，
泪似满天星。
给我一个吻，
请你今宵多珍重。