I am the eight point eight percent aluminum in the earth’s crust, crumbling beneath blonde conversation My mind sweeps the memories under its dungeon’s heavy entrance again A broom made of abrasion
Mint lily pads placid on the soft surface of sea we hopped across like infant frogs while the sky poured boxed sangria and tied cherry stems
but you wouldn’t know, you hide inside under blankets knit of thick wool probably crimson like the scarlet creases of your chapped lips that once stained the wine glass with the evil eye charm on Friday nights and ate up midnight with fleeting thoughts and heart-to-hearts
Awaken to blonde dialog Ruffled lashes blink lovingly beneath sleepy sheets I love those lashes, you know Painted with the sight of a similar prescription purposely gripping my throat and handcuffing me to the tiny poppy pores of your aura I will give you permission to bleed onto my skin for as long as you need I’ll kiss your sweet pink cheek, feed you flower petals and their sister leaves green
It seemed too dark inside your mouth to see when you were choking on a tiny stick with smiley face candy Lost within deep concrete caves and living for the dirt underneath my leather toes which allow me still to dance my legs found gold forgotten in their apricot flesh grazing fuzz across your breath Buzzing south on your tongue to pull out the innocence
Sinking, sulking, suffering curling like a scissor kissing ribbon tell me again, what’s that lipstick pigment you wear? what is that language you’ve majored in? Lately I have had no taste buds left to peel off and place on your blonde tongue