Pineapples

Pineapples Aug 2017

Gun fight

Why come running to me when they come running for you.

Pineapples Aug 2017

Subtle

Your naked silhouette in the moons full light.
I am eclipsed by you.

Pineapples Aug 2017

Sunk

I'm so close that I want to sink into you like raindrops on hot sand.
Soothe through your skin to your blood lines, feeling the flow get faster as you reach ecstasy.
Choking your heart making your body moan and work harder for me.
Run my thumb around the inside of your lips causing your teeth to bite down on my knuckles.
Wave my fingers through the electrodes to your brain confusing your thoughts on what was just achieved.
Resurface from your soul to look down on such excited and sensitive goosebumps, tracing from your naval to your neck.
The freckles on your body I will kiss individually knowing that I have loved every impurity purely.

Pineapples Aug 2017

Sugar coated; separated

The deer stuck in those headlights got nothing on me. Let them hit so the frustration will cease.
Like the flicker of the fluorescence above me, I'm trying to restart and repair to no avail.
Don't want to wash the bedsheets as I'm to scared to loose your smell, yet I want the bed to burn to ambers.
Routinely the cup of tea on the kitchen side goes stale, reminding me of our existence.
Shattered china on the floor and tea stains on the walls is more appropriate.

Pineapples Jun 2017

Isolation

It's a big hole that I am in.
Constant descent never to return.
Clawing so hard to loose hope like dry crumbling dirt.
Foot holes melt and slither how sand does in a timer.
Fear and desperation creeps in like the frost on a winters morning clasping to your lungs causing pain to inhale.
Sure eventually the hole becomes more shallow with every blink of an eye but for how long.
the mud and the grime under my finger nails are a permanent reminder of what I become.

Pineapples Jun 2017

02:25am

Wether it's the scars that mark your arms,
Or the veins that have risen from all the trauma.
Or the tear stains that have created fork lightning on your cheeks.
I want you to know that you can have my heart so you can heal.

Pineapples Apr 2017

Brown eyes

Skin like fresh landing snow,
So naturally pure and never disturbed.
Faint ruby red lips neatly creased in all the right places,
They glisten in the dark,
Like Vegas from a plane window.
Finger tips gently caress the back of my neck with a touch as cold as London.
The freckles on your face tell a story of beauty,
Like a treasure map that I want to explore.
Flowing hair to the top of your buttocks, so much to get lost in with every strand perfectly in place,
Hiding this delicate and sensitive neck I want to taste.
Am I in a dream or a trance.
I'm fixated yet fascinated looking into those big swimming pools of chocolate, so deep and captivating, I am scared and also teased by what lies behind those brown eyes.