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Dave Legalisa Nov 2018
your mouth
is full of salt.
where is
the sugar
your ancestors
fed you?
i always hear people talk negative. stop!
Dave Legalisa Nov 2018
your mother's ****
was a sea of salt water
life began from it
with flesh and cells
floating in peace
don't you remember?
you shouted hunger
she heard on her belly
you swam inside her
you were her child
and how dare you
to spill oil and trash
to pollute her
don't you know?
your whole body
is a fruit of her flesh
and her cells
still stream
on your veins
Dave Legalisa Nov 2018
you must be dying now
after tasting the poison
in my mouth.
haven't you heard?
my body is a castle
and i bear dungeon
between my thighs
only to fool everyone
that it's paradise.
you've been used before and it's time for you to use people too. don't be sorry.
Dave Legalisa Oct 2018
say "i love you"
to my eyes
not
to my body
that cries
Dave Legalisa Oct 2018
when i tasted your kiss, i sort of felt an air of jealousy coming from a sugar that slept inside a bin my mother gave to me some years ago. it was sweet and unveiling as if your soul just clung to mine and they talked and had their own romantic contact through the abyss of our love. it was eternal too, when your lips met mine like a ship anchored on an untouched shore, i knew i was no longer pure and i felt our saliva waving and mixing with all those forces you plied on. i felt our tongue too, dancing waltz, only the music that stood were songs of our mouths that moaned.

when i tasted your kiss, honey just became insipid that bees were even disappointed and jealous of how lucky i was to have tasted your sweeter lips. your saliva was sticky and thick and, well, probably the sweetest thing i have ever tasted. it swam through my veins. it traveled my body until it left a stain on my heart.

when i tasted your kiss, i should have known in that very moment that it would be the first and the last one. i should have tasted the salt on your tongue, how it was mixed perfectly with the sweetness of your mouth. i should have tasted your goodbyes so my eyes would know when to start streaming the tears, so i should have cherished every ****** your lips made, so i should have let you ******* tears while it flowed down to our mouths.

you became part of me. it's clear that no matter how hard i try to convince you were just somebody who happened to come and go, there are areas now in my body that still long for you, your touch and your kiss.

and my heart, i hear her complains how the stain you left bothers her every night.
is it okay to post a prose here?
Dave Legalisa Oct 2018
it was that day we
drove off to the shore
after consuming a tequila or two or three (who knows)
october wind was just
as rare as this moment
the once children of streets
are now
adults with empty wallets.
best days are the days with old friends.
Dave Legalisa Oct 2018
why do they say lips-to-lips
when boys touch her lips
with their mouths open,
their tongues knit hers
like two ropes in concord
to make a thicker one,
their teeth bite
the lower soft part
until she bleeds a line,
and their saliva,
they mix to hers
like honey and saps
or lovers from
warring borders
stick and *** to bear
a new taste of offspring

why do they say lips-to-lips
when it feels more like
a mouth-to-mouth
tasting ****** flesh
about that night
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