I’m having a daydream relapse of colors that don’t exist,
inter-dimensional crushes and sleeping with Picasso.

I’m having a daydream relapse of bankrupting the king,
champagne showers and headless beauty queens.

I’m having a daydream relapse of running out of love spells,
made up anniversaries and Egyptians that don’t look like Cleopatra.

I’m having a daydream relapse of laying naked with vintage villains
and stirring flakes of gold into my melanin.

I'm having a daydream relapse of running through the streets at night
and feeling pity for people not living like us.

Laying on top of gold tiled floors
in a black bathing suit with gold painted nails
wearing her baby's rolex
smoking her baby's gold tipped cigarettes
smelling like dark cognac
Dark cognac from a wide shallow glass,

Vintage *****, 20's ****
here in the middle of the
middle of the night,
offering her baby a warm lavender bath,
warm silk sheets and torso.

Maybe he'll give her that bag of money.
She'll sit in front of the stock exchange building
and buy a better life.

The infinitely large and deep eyes
Against mysterious and elegant black skin
Unite our dark and romantic heaven

The beautiful are difficult to obtain beneath these skies
As if in another world to win
We live hidden past the shadows and around eleven

Peaceful night chaos reject the sunrise
In search of wondrous dreams from angelic twins
Leaving this whole world make believe

Fly by the clouds drawn by black horses
In simple black dresses
With long black tresses

Where there is no light
Just ivory black
Figure pottery black
And chinese ink sticks black

The shiny sun of high summer darkens his flesh
He's a tall heroic frame of lust
Who reeks of *** and musky confidence
A powerful aftershave to stick to my skin
His smile so wide, his teeth so perfect, no stains to hide
His jaw so powerful from biting necks
His skin so smooth, like black velvet
Creamy like black tar
Shoulders so broad and easy to hold
Let me lick that dip between your collarbone.
And pull all that hair that's grown
Curly black and matted to your scalp

Until the night has come
Until midnight is late.

We sat there for three days, spoke of nothing
      just watched the flowers die.

We put them outside, in the sun and clean air,
we gave it water, as much as it could drink.

And yet these roses chose a different path.
Sick of our presence. They wilted
They refused the water, the air.

Punished us by refusing
to continue on here among us.

All they really needed was a black flower ***
with a gold interior
and flakes of glitter in the soil.

Do you remember when your face changed?
When you became beautiful or not
What fun it is to judge you
How funny you think we care

So what, my collarbone is crooked
If I didn't have any flaws I'd be perfect
So baby I'm sorry I kissed another boy
But honey I just needed to be loved
I stirred my blood into your coffee
And you could never live without my love,

If you're ready to quit this place, meet me across state lines
I got a suitcase full of money and wine
We can start living glamorous

We can live a little purple
Throw a little glitter
Drink a little liquor
And dance.

Baby, don't you remember we love instant coffee?
Last summer, we explored the back roads of Texas
They were so dark and dry
Texas with its wild goats and red clay dirt
Its taxidermy and wind mills
Its faded billboard signs advertising
Boiled peanuts, adult cabarets or something else random
We spent all our money on gas and sugar
The stars never looked so big
Your face never looked more like heaven
We thought the world of each other
Last summer. Before the seasons changed the color of the leaves
Before we were forced to wear long pants and closed toe shoes
Before the cold air forced us to hide in our apartments
The landlord told me to lock my door
Strange things went on in that place at night
All they took were the broken hearts I kept in my big book of love
I hid in the closet
I had no time to get away
Last summer. When the morning sun shined through curtains in vain
And we laid in bed all day
Telling each other our dreams
I taught you how to be romantic
You taught me how to be brave.
I told people to keep in touch. Last summer.
They never do as I say

I call him collect
I tell him, this morning I fell in
love with him.

he makes me sign a form saying,
"I'm not depressed."

Later I go to work and don't even notice

Midnight.
What a ******* midnight you are
stop it with your cold shoulder.

he's a dark ocean
deep and unconquered, hidden
   in the night