Sweet heart
we have bad luck.
Always like a
drummers hands
alternating the
attention to a new
infatuation.

But sweetheart
We have bad luck
like waves in the ocean,
I'm trying to pull
you into my current
but you're
much more focused on the
french angelfish
than my bones
and see through skin.

Baby we have
bad luck.
You've shrunk
and I feel your
collar bone dig into
my cheek when you
hug me,
and maybe you're
trying to fit
into my view
because you've
grown so distant
I can hardly see you.

Your silence isn't
making me forget
you, it just makes
your existence ring
in my ears.

I want to feel
your hand slip
past my waist
and feel my
soft skin
as I come undone
under your fingertips
and soft lips
against my
bruised neck.

I want to
explore your
deserts and
the only thing
I have to drink
is your spit
and your sweat.
Visit every niche
of your body
leaving kisses
on each scar
and staying there
for weeks
Hungry for more
and the only thing
I have to eat
is your skin,
and trust me,
I will devour you
until you moan my name.

I could live off just your
touch,
just your love,
but you've been starving
me recently
and leaving me feeling like
a puddle.

Baby we have
bad luck,
So I'll just have
to survive from
feasting my eyes
on you.