She coughed blood all over me today,
but I left it there to stain my skin,To accept it, as we accept our moistened bodies from the hazy afternoon heat.
Three days straight, eyes to eyes, body-to-body, wired and rebellious.
The substances come and go, and all we do is welcome them with our frail arms down our streams.
There might not be much to do outside in the world, but on the contrary, there could be with all abundance.
But with her, half naked across the smoky room, that’s been smashed to bits by our symphonies of rage, is where it feels just right.
Pieces of glass from broken windows, ripped out drawers and her skinny figure is all I have at this moment, and it’s a beautiful thing.
And as for now, starring at her hips, her Bermuda triangle that I get ****** into with all submission and silence, makes me feel grateful,
Grateful for the acceptance,
For not too many skinny ladies, brown eyes and lush brown hairs accept a man in the state I’m in these days.
Acceptance is what keeps a man alive, and sometimes, is what makes a man a complete *******.
Its a hell of a journey I have to say, licking the sweet and soured spices off each other’s skin,
Its a hell of a journey in order just to accept one another,
its a beautiful ride ,my love.