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november Jul 2014
i will hold you like a guitar,
selfish for your music.
play the string of your ribs,
and you shall hum love.
november Jul 2014
that bridge between value
and desire.
the gaping chasm
that is your uncertainty,
can be traced to
the empty sound
in your chest.
november Jul 2014
midnight skin blanketing
******* toned hips
a warm tongue points;
this

the taste of ecstasy on my
fingertips
taunts the rehab in my touch
yearning to risk it

pills litter stone-wood floors
as we **** through flaws
**** feelings carpet the inner raw

moaning and creaking
of hard wood

boards

wild moods

bodies wet
clinging sensual monsoon

fiending for a fixing
we cut through

bleeding lust

******

sheets whispering drops of
crimson truth

as familiar sensations pulsate
we gyrate
losing focus of whose waist

hanging onto
****
**don’t wait
november Jul 2014
you make me feel alive again
but you are untrue

the highs you bring
aren't like the lows you’re dealing

and boy do I feel like
I've been shaking the shorthand

because what I've put myself
through
I knew of the needle and bruise

that I could withstand

but you were a drug that didn't
warn
me **** of how my substance
you would abuse

deliriously consumed

the question begs,
*who used whom
november Jul 2014
my mother is the moon
my father is the sea
my birthright is push & pull
november Jul 2014
i want to be alone*
right now,
but also want to be
around everyone.
oh,
the lucky ghosts
november Jul 2014
paint joy on the sides that hurt
when you think of them
and how they worshiped
the same temple they left in ruins.
aren't you glad your
mother taught you how to pray?
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