Love and Murder

In sweet machine, my finger runs a lonely mouse

in pain, letters that wound, cellular phone that

burn seashells, shores, and sails,

I would want a murder.

Lovely sheets float in my air, your soul, your mind

and body.

Dying waves, uncanny smile, falling stars, and

sleepless night in love, knife, murk and candle,

I would love a murder.

A kiss in white and black, never mark in red.

A pale moonlight;

A voice unearthed;

An unfair breathed, I would love to murder.