doors & how they swing so far wide
like the gaping shadow
of a pair of lips waiting...
i wonder if you realized i felt the grace
of your arrow -- brushing so lovingly through
the flesh of my *****
& i couldn’t help but to smile
take it away from me, the flutter in my chest, the
residuals of your golden essence
sitting on the rim of modelos
& passenger seat of my monte carlo
when i watch the neutral tones of grainy film
seep into your oily features
i wish you would smile just a bit more
two lovers draped over this canvas
cast their passionate shadows over bedsheets,
pleasurable touches & a recipe for a sickly afterglow,
burning like the delicate backs of fireflies
bursting like a pearlescent bubble
chased by bitter aftertaste of longing
how i wish you knew
how much you made me feel
how my paints drip like honey
& form the lines that become you
when i breathe again the essence has vanished
like paint thinner on acrylic. honey replaced
with a spoonful of sugar
& i cross the street to meet you
suddenly the memory leaves no trace behind
& i can’t help but to trace the spot
where you once stood
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
doors & how they swing so far wide
like the gaping shadow
of a pair of lips waiting...
i wonder if you realized i felt the grace
of your arrow -- brushing so lovingly through
the flesh of my *****
& i couldn’t help but to smile
take it away from me, the flutter in my chest, the
residuals of your golden essence
sitting on the rim of modelos
& passenger seat of my monte carlo
when i watch the neutral tones of grainy film
seep into your oily features
i wish you would smile just a bit more
two lovers draped over this canvas
cast their passionate shadows over bedsheets,
pleasurable touches & a recipe for a sickly afterglow,
burning like the delicate backs of fireflies
bursting like a pearlescent bubble
chased by bitter aftertaste of longing
how i wish you knew
how much you made me feel
how my paints drip like honey
& form the lines that become you
when i breathe again the essence has vanished
like paint thinner on acrylic. honey replaced
with a spoonful of sugar
& i cross the street to meet you
suddenly the memory leaves no trace behind
& i can’t help but to trace the spot
where you once stood
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