blood has been tasted on my lips
and there's coffee on my breath;
the bitter sweetness of love
will you hold my sweaty palms?
and makeup on the pillow
beckons us back to bed
but I'd rather stay awake
scrawling the ghosts of my thoughts,
under soft glows of fairy lights--
held to cinder-block walls with clear tape
I may need your arms tonight;
help me sleep
but what makes tonight any different from another?
I could get along fine--
so long as you can go without
my peppermint lips
to kiss you awake
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
blood has been tasted on my lips
and there's coffee on my breath;
the bitter sweetness of love
will you hold my sweaty palms?
and makeup on the pillow
beckons us back to bed
but I'd rather stay awake
scrawling the ghosts of my thoughts,
under soft glows of fairy lights--
held to cinder-block walls with clear tape
I may need your arms tonight;
help me sleep
but what makes tonight any different from another?
I could get along fine--
so long as you can go without
my peppermint lips
to kiss you awake
