Our bodies were carved
from the same ginger clay,
my dents match your protrusions
my lips yours, your fingers mine.
On a starless night
coupling to our desire
the watching moon
cursed our frail figures.
My eyes witnessed
you tossed, curled up
the ripping of your back's marble
and the snow feathers that erupted
Your olive orbs focused
on my glittering legs,
see I was revolving too
in the transforming pains.
See, we were build to fit
even more to complete,
I was sculpted to fall in
the deepest of your chest.
But life grew me gills
and you hollow bones
so I am letting you fly,
refined argil of mine.
We glimpse during twilight
that we used to hold tight.
Oh, just as I was set to fall in.
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
Our bodies were carved
from the same ginger clay,
my dents match your protrusions
my lips yours, your fingers mine.
On a starless night
coupling to our desire
the watching moon
cursed our frail figures.
My eyes witnessed
you tossed, curled up
the ripping of your back's marble
and the snow feathers that erupted
Your olive orbs focused
on my glittering legs,
see I was revolving too
in the transforming pains.
See, we were build to fit
even more to complete,
I was sculpted to fall in
the deepest of your chest.
But life grew me gills
and you hollow bones
so I am letting you fly,
refined argil of mine.
We glimpse during twilight
that we used to hold tight.
Oh, just as I was set to fall in.
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