Huffing demigod, a scarf of your hair is around my neck
and it nicks my clavicles. Pin a rose between thighs –
that is how it feels, like thorn-blood your love.
I am the emptiest thing you
have touched the toes of.
When you ****** my pulse,
I became a coffee drink, now funneling the
tentacles who suffocate my hair strings &
you cannot know how subtle I am not. Finger my teeth.
Purposely, I do not bite.
As Pacific as an ink ocean, you are deep
between what I swallow and ***** and keep inside.
Where fish once swam you took. I can only drain for you.
I know you empty me deliberately,
the final ache and void.
Love for me to stay the emptiest woman you have ******
until I do not need a house for my soul. No,
not more than I need your cut.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
Huffing demigod, a scarf of your hair is around my neck
and it nicks my clavicles. Pin a rose between thighs –
that is how it feels, like thorn-blood your love.
I am the emptiest thing you
have touched the toes of.
When you ****** my pulse,
I became a coffee drink, now funneling the
tentacles who suffocate my hair strings &
you cannot know how subtle I am not. Finger my teeth.
Purposely, I do not bite.
As Pacific as an ink ocean, you are deep
between what I swallow and ***** and keep inside.
Where fish once swam you took. I can only drain for you.
I know you empty me deliberately,
the final ache and void.
Love for me to stay the emptiest woman you have ******
until I do not need a house for my soul. No,
not more than I need your cut.
