let me kiss you below the depths touched by simmering rays crashing like waves onto your bronzing skin on a sunny day
may my ravenous fangs sink into the nape of your neck holding back the pining force of seven hundred clamping bear-traps
the safety-nets woven out of cigarette smoke & verbose poems written by a flickering lamp burning midnight oil dissolved in the unseeable depths of those deep-sea green eyes
helicopters whirled in the pits of my stomach when my gaze found her face & i could stare until i was able to rig a wig blindfolded where each strand of hair mapped to scale
starving to death for your tomb of life la petit mort // la petit mort an afterlife womb where heaven & hell mix craving more & more
gliding fingers ski southward tracing outlines along silky snow i connect freckles dot•to•dot sketching a finger-painted masterpiece along the canvas of your burning flesh
hallelujah hallelujah
hips ****** up as lips meet lips now dissolve on my tongue
shifting gears & counting speed melting me as she breathes earthquakes shake over quivering bodies turning calm seas into wild stormy high tides
blood rushes into flushed cheeks she floods my shore like a tsunami at the break of dawn on all fours begging for more
black on white strikes gold while grey melts in between tap-tap the beat of a snare drum hitting the high hats where the dots of i meet the passing crossroads of u̶s̶
sweet & sour sweat drips splashing from sheets onto the floor steam sways & burns as the scent of burning wood fills the empty spaces of our room an unspoken language with signs of smoke as flames burn through the old & come again glimmering new