Her tongue planted firmly in cheek grew until it became the only way she could speak while the lipstick she wore marks up his face, to circle and cross out every bit she wants changed. As ghosts dent her blood and stick to her insides he dreams to the point of waking, sobbing on the bathroom floor.
63361 - Doubles
You are my disciple, reach yourself into me. Kiss me like you won’t ask for more. Push against my silk. Push me into yours. Kiss me like you feel strange kissing me, like you feel funny tasting the cigarettes, like your friends are nearby, like they’re laughing because you don’t know what to do.
I am your servant, you are all-encompassing. Kiss me like I’ve disappointed you. It’s only us beneath ten layers of linen, make me wonder what you’re hiding in the folds. Kiss me like we are in cadence, so your tongue barely reaches my teeth, so both our breaths stay shallow.
Kiss me like you’re sorry, but please stop apologizing. I’ll kiss you like I’m sorry too.
63490 - these are things i have learned about myself
I am best served with coffee and heavy creme. Light runs through me like I am glass built by heat and pressure only to grow hollow. I am captive in quiet dungeons filled with air.
I am the cadence of roses you fall into while walking through the fog, I am a florid hell full of honey and candor. It is to you that I owe most of myself.
I am naked when I stand before you though you barely feel me in your thighs. Strip me of my perilous language so I can have nothing left to give you.
63590 - the bathtub feels like it’s sinking
This town’s built on mud it creaks and groans like the floorboards shifting bending underneath my weight I’ve become conscious of my arid tongue
I pour myself a glass of water my second today last night I dreamt about you I couldn’t help it
I saw you in the chasms between sheetrock edges I saw you in the way mist cracks and shifts and turns to rain
Guess I’m a coward for leaving as you started to rain. I hope there’s enough gas to start my car because I still have forty miles to go and I can’t bear the thunder.
Again, the hail picks up to paraphrase the mumbles dangling between us as the taxi takes you home. I keep seeing an emerald city in the reflections on your face
it’s what my mind looks like when you are with me.
63732 - there are places i want to go with you
there are places i want to go with you pocketed scenery where the reflections on the windshield are people’s headlights dotting the road where the parking brake can lock in fifteen clicks where the blinks of you in your four inch heels means you won’t strain to kiss my chewed lips over and over and over again