i spin for you,
like a record on replay
i spin,
music filling the air around me in such a way
i could reach out and grab
each
singular
note.
i’ve always resented songs on replay,
the monotony of the same voice
saying the same thing
for an eternal loop.
but baby i could sing along
to the sound of your laughter, all day
because for some reason it’s a song
i already know all the words to.
in any case our love
is music to my ears, every
note
melody
symphony
even the screams are
a cacophony of passion, pain,
permanent feelings
no one could ever stop playing.
don’t tell me our love anything but beautiful.
our song says otherwise.

Lick the words
from my lips
let them slide down
your throat
like fruited jewels,
   dark, hard candies
   that melt into cream
a healing liquid  
oozing into my
               ventricles,
pumping milky beats
out through
           your cells
permeating the deep
of my wild
  
My syllables will
   wrap themselves
      around your syntax
frothy hybrids
of buttered silk
                and irony
heart-to-heart
conversations that
flow into the ether,
as heaven's night
endlessly begins

We twirl our tongues
into guttural utterings,
lustful verse
that glides from
slick-fervored ice
to an outpour
                    of lava
We feed each other
dreams
our saliva like honey
dripping with dawn's
tender glow
as we open up
like baby birds,
begging to be nourished
at all costs

Here,
in this lingual forest
Your breath finds a home
on my tastebuds,
my tongue
in your
          cheek
            
In between the tumults
of our
exploding oceans
This
     is how we
  love

i have to control the
redhot rage coursing through my veins,
all because
a few short words leaked out of your mouth.
why does it matter
how much you yearn to touch me
if i am not comfortable?
why do you have any right to dictate
my decisions,
about my body,
just because it’s been so long
since you’ve tasted anyone?
don’t tell me you care about my feelings,
don’t tell me you just want me to be comfortable,
if you really cared
you would give me all the time i need.

she was never the pastel rose petal
so many wanted her to be,
never compared to a summer’s day,
never flowered with affection from
princes.
she was rough,
slanted, lines kind of
blurred around the edges.
she was lonely,
and not afraid to show it, her
kaleidoscope heart reflecting patterns of her thoughts,
casting iridescent shadows
on anyone near her.
they couldn’t help but to be drawn
to this enigmatic girl,
desperate to worship her kingdom
and
take away all the hurt.
she was never just “beautiful” to anyone.
she was always
so much more.