explain it? as precise as describing emotions can go? alright, i’ll try. it won’t make sense that way, and i think that
that makes it almost as perfect as i could let out.
—
it was sort of
like a mint leaf
stuck to the roof of my mouth.
with me,
unknown forces
kept my tongue
pressed and moving
ever so roughly
,
against and harder-
until i could feel the blood.
along with
a soothing burn,
relative to the kinds of pleasure
brought on by
near-boiling water poured
directly
over your ankles.
the sadistic kind of love you treat yourself to.
—
we kiss
with the beauty of a full bloom under our eyelids.
feeling spring brought upon our skins
as we weave our lights in with the sun during so many of our hours under stick homes not properly equipped with shade.
now that i think of it, we were unbelievably close to the desolation we craved.
—
i’ve lost myself-
or at least in dreams.
though, when awake
i know exactly where i place myself.