Shift. And your eyes meet mine, brown meets brown mixes double the intensity We are sweet, innocent we melt in the heat. Chocolate. Shift. My tongue against yours a minty fresh communion You are enticing, inviting you love me freely Peace. Shift. Our voices seem to overlap more often than not And it’s freezing I’m shivering, i’m alone Ice.
The T shirt is grand. A medium muted blue, with delicate speckles of gray— and white accents. Its dark red stains dress under my arm to the side of my breast. White paint smeared on the bottom right unevenly. It fits over my legs when i don’t want to exist. It’s the costume for the time being fit for a queen like me