"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
