queen of hearts
the sun sets on her tongue
the night sinks into her eyes
king of spades
his mouth brings a myriad of painful pleasures
his hands can hold the world
grasp her gauzy waist
whisper swirls of diamonds that will encircle the heart and render it frozen and glowing
slide your hand under his skin
weave your milky way through his veins and render them fiery and frightening
queen of diamonds
she speaks only in retributive tongues
she loves desperately
the clouds behind her lips are gathering in a storm
king of clubs
he speaks only in the language of power
he loves fiercely
his garden is thirsting for rain
swim in rapturous glaze of mind
experience this plethora of feeling
let your fingers get pruny and divine the message inside the lines
sink your teeth into a stalactite heart, you’ll find your mind explodes with colours- a death worth the last image that consumes you before you’re gone.
the rings of saturn are chandelier crowns and strawberry throats; so close but never touching.
let the lightjuice drip down your spine as you contemplate the reasons you’re still on earth
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
queen of hearts
the sun sets on her tongue
the night sinks into her eyes
king of spades
his mouth brings a myriad of painful pleasures
his hands can hold the world
grasp her gauzy waist
whisper swirls of diamonds that will encircle the heart and render it frozen and glowing
slide your hand under his skin
weave your milky way through his veins and render them fiery and frightening
queen of diamonds
she speaks only in retributive tongues
she loves desperately
the clouds behind her lips are gathering in a storm
king of clubs
he speaks only in the language of power
he loves fiercely
his garden is thirsting for rain
swim in rapturous glaze of mind
experience this plethora of feeling
let your fingers get pruny and divine the message inside the lines
sink your teeth into a stalactite heart, you’ll find your mind explodes with colours- a death worth the last image that consumes you before you’re gone.
the rings of saturn are chandelier crowns and strawberry throats; so close but never touching.
let the lightjuice drip down your spine as you contemplate the reasons you’re still on earth
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