i like it when we drink
the scent of sweet alcohol,
rockets burning through my chest's atmosphere
my head in outer space
i watch you
set aside your branches
as i take pleasure in your fire.
narrow your already narrow lids,
turn the edges of your lips,
tilt your head as your hair slips.
lured and leashed,
that smirk.
Oh God, that smirk.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
i like it when we drink
the scent of sweet alcohol,
rockets burning through my chest's atmosphere
my head in outer space
i watch you
set aside your branches
as i take pleasure in your fire.
narrow your already narrow lids,
turn the edges of your lips,
tilt your head as your hair slips.
lured and leashed,
that smirk.
Oh God, that smirk.
uncharacteristically posting non-sad poems who am i
