He was a beautiful enigma.
A bonified butcher knife
whispering against my throat
on a wooden dorm room desk.
His hands drummed
to beats my heart missed.
My lungs forgot the in and out,
we’d been perfecting
all these years.
He brought me closer to divinity
Than I had ever come before
I can see him now, eyes ignited
to match my joint.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
He was a beautiful enigma.
A bonified butcher knife
whispering against my throat
on a wooden dorm room desk.
His hands drummed
to beats my heart missed.
My lungs forgot the in and out,
we’d been perfecting
all these years.
He brought me closer to divinity
Than I had ever come before
I can see him now, eyes ignited
to match my joint.
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