kiss meas smooth as chocolate just melting into your tongue or ice cream dripping through your fingers down the cone; tastes as sweet as butter-rum toffee, though I confess I prefer your lips to burnt vanilla sugar and milk and alcohol. insinuate yourself in me like a rotten cavity it's rough now, perhaps, but started so sweet. bite down on the ripe, red strawberry, feel its juice drip down my chin; lick my lips and grin and wait for you to kiss the pulpy bits from my mouth; to kiss me with such passion that it dislodges a seed stuck to my tooth.kiss me
sillinessThey fall apart, chests heaving, limbs quaking.silliness
"That... was incredible."
Turn... smile. The kind that makes their whole face glow.
"You're incredible..."
Blush. Laugh. Kiss... the fluttering of wings. Two hearts beating in tandem...
"God, I love you." A whisper, a prayer, laden with gratitude imesaurable. Their hands clasp, a perfect fit.
"...I love you too..." A murmur in the dark, soft as velvet roses, sweet as silken cherries.
I. love. you. I. love. you.
Each beat of their hearts is a word, three syllables on permanent repeat, drumming
ForgottenRaindrops touch his face, cold, gentle, like a dead lover; his eyes close, and he can almost pretend that the world is as blank and dark and quiet as it is behind his weary lids.Forgotten
Soaked to the bone, tired, aching, he goes inside, to numb his mind along with his body; naked and shivering in front of the TV, he is astounded by the horrors of humanity.
Ever-silent, watchful, pensieve, he wanders the streets no longer seeking worship, nor even the faintest glimmer of recognition from the passerby.
For he is an old, impotent, and forgotten god whose
natural galdid you know that I love you the way the sea otters love a gentle ocean current? the way a cat loves sunlight coming through the window? the way the exhausted Monarch loves a place to rest its wings?natural gal
it's natural, baby, phosphorescent. Atlantean, tectonic, an explosion of aurora borealis in my heart.
my earth shifts and shudders for you my seas under the pull of your moons my love surges like bolts of lightning, crackling across my synapses and the booms of my heart follow, making me shiver at the drenching downpour of feeling.
the moss on the trees of my forest
a bloom of consciousness'Your limbs get caught in mine. Seaweed salt dripping on shivering hands, soaked sheets, and quivering mouths. This is so uncomfortable. But it's life. This is life.a bloom of consciousness'
Rolling around your kitchen floor like two tones in a kaleidoscope. Everything bare; everything simple like it really is. Because it really is. Who made this world: God or me? Oh God please--
I hold tight, but you hold tighter, "Fuck this fucking life. Fuck it until it makes sense."
-- How could you let me have the power to give life when I'll never know what the hell life is.
| I'm just a twenty-one-year-old somebody, trying to figure things out as best I can. I get by with a little help from my friends I get high with a little help from my friends Gonna try with a little help from my friends |
My revenge plot soured overnight.
Regretful
