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Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
i taste like smoothed out stones.
washed over and over again
made shiny by dew and pressure.

i taste like snow covered tree's.
smothered by an icy blanket
but still rough to the touch.

i taste like sparks leaping from anvils
burnt out beauty
smoldering smoke.

i taste like home.
but
i do not know if

i want to taste like you.
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
mingle our ashes
let us not part in death
let the memory
(itwillnever-wilt-nor-blossom-both)
be all that is left.
Patroclus: You live on.
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
this is lust disguised as love
and
infatuation in the skin of feeling.
Superficial
surface level
stirrings
THAT MEANT
SOMETHING-
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
is this not enough
trailing lips and hands
staggered pathways upon skin
mapping out lines
mapping out sin.

is this not enough
with palms that touch
and tender words in trust
how simple is longing
Oh how simple is lust.

is this not enough
to which passion unflamed
and what little cinders smoulder
is it not a heart that's claimed
is it not my burden to shoulder.

i wish it was enough.
**But it's not.
I want to be fulfilled
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
find my face
in the concave of your chest,
i'd share your breathing
if you'd share my rest.
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
out into an abyss
finding fingers in the dark
to curl around my thoughts
and leave an impression.

it's not finding a hand to hold
or to sweep out the mist.
it's to find shelter from the cold
and lips you once kissed.
Oskar Erikson Apr 2017
when the kisses turn to bites
and the mirror reflects his love
more than you-
"DONT BELIEVE IN ACCIDENTS!"
-think about the times where tenderness was supplanted by need
by want-
"WILL IT BE SATISFIED?"
-or perhaps how you never get looked in the eye-
**"I need you."
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