"Profane Poetry" (Lucius/Sirius)

profane poetry from swollen lips

the night before still fresh in my mind

and bruises that haven't yet faded

and the eyeliner and mascara running

from tears and from sweat

and vanilla candles burnt to the wick

and an empty champagne bottle

beside two broken glasses

the headboard is cracked

and a sheet is ripped

a confused boy in the doorway

a lustful man on the bed

no question receive no answers

no answers leave no time

everything is shattered

and profane poetry echoes the nights