Candyman

In his hands he held me
a velvet voice bereaving
the time is ticking slowly,
yet from his lips
the drips they drip so sweetly
and the liquid is deceiving.

Absynthe on his tongue and I
can’t get enough I say
one more taste of what you call love.

Cos I don’t know the language or
the people in this land and I
know that they will never understand
the quiet or the laughter or the terror
in my mouth like bees-

Sweets for the sweet
do you know what I mean?

A reflection so green it casts a shiver
turns me black with an open mouth
would I rather be swallowed down river
like a dream tucked in a dream-

A willing victim or
is that too obscene?

Be my victim
be my victim
be my victim!

Be my dream, I’m just a fiend for
what you call love in the pit,
with the flames kissing my lips like
the ghost of the unnamed
with a hook for a hand
behind my mirror dripping sugar
on my tongue making demands-

I will scream silent but it’s only just begun.