why we're better now back the way we came past yellow-eyed coyotes, two caustic anachronisms getting the hell out of our futuristic vineyard, expanses spilling oceans on my neck. I wanted something certain from you the heart attack I slept through now, my lips pulse; sanguine peaches making music of arrhythmic lace as you rupture in the sea: a wet throat blooming open in tessellations
things you find in a newspaperi'll admit it:i killed you.but i couldn't help it, i swear!it was dark, and you weren'twearing any clothes, and wewere making lovefit in a crosswordpuzzle, like how ifit my keys in yourglove department.how i fit my heartin your ribcage, orhow my hips fit inyours, or how youfit in my bedsheetslike some inflamedcontortionist, yourhands tied behindmy back.i ricocheted off your leg;you figured out 8-down:what's a six-letter wordfor 'a result of adultery'you thought babies,i thought murdermy ink mouth said:"put down the pen.draw constellationson some other boy'sfreckles,because mineare not stars.because mineare not brightand pretty, sodon't expect your wishesto come true tonight, nortomorrow, nor friday, norwhen i'm dead, nor ever.notice the difference betweenunder covers and undercover.notice the difference betweenlying to me and lying with him.notice the difference betweensex, passion, and two-across.notice the difference b
Her Cold LipsHer Cold Lips:She watches me, as I bid my friends goodbyeHer cold hands creep along my shouldersthey tell me that she is thereand that she will never let me go...We're in my room now, away from the outsideI know that she doesn't like the sunOften, she prefers to observe me from the shadowsbut I think she doesn't like the others coming close...We're beneath the covers now, panting softlyher cold body pressed against mineHer lips are completely devoid of warmthand yet they taste so rousingly sweetA haunting, a haunter and the hauntedTwo of us now entwined beneath the ruffled sheetsWe cross a barrier that should not be brokeneach and every night, as her softly tongue slips gently over mine...It's dark now and she continues to smileHer chest does not rise and fall, for she does not breatheShe suffocates me and yet I can't bear to let her goShe clings to me and yet I am equally drawnIt's daytime now and she has vanishedbut I know she will return when the sun has
Snowed In With YouSnowball fights and cold, damp clothesWe'll both have a bright red noseHugging our cocoa close to our chestsCrunching on cookies, a crumbly messWarm cuddles in bed, that soft "wake up" kiss..Good morning, love.I've dreamed of this.
i don't need to sell my soul laughing against frost, kissing stylish arsonists + I still love every sky escaping from your lips
next thing we're touchingyou put the moon out with your cigarette as everything around you began to dim. you stirred the stars around as your body swayed against the porch lights, as you lifted the twenty-sixer to your lips.you turned to me and said, "lets show this world what we're made of."yes babylets fuckin' show them.we had our first kiss right there.-honest to god,i'm not colour-blind, i just see colourless colouri'm not starry-eyed, i just reached out and tore the sky down the middle-i still remember the salt strewned in the air as we fucked on the shore. it was one of those days where there was a lulling silence, a silence so serene it was like you weren't there. the only sound that spun down my eardrums was the slow rotation of the world and your vocal chords whispering out hoarse i love yous. your eyes drowned my vision and roared like waves passed my eyelidsthat was when i knewas our clothes stuck to our ribcagesand drops of water hugged our heartswe'd fuckin' show the
Waking NightmareYeah ummm... The Poetry is the picture... Sorry Nothing to see here in the box...