tinted poetry poetic in my own utter for trying to grasp something that is close to reaching the sun with my shoulders
my heart touched the sun when It encountered your reluctant fire. Nights where I felt as if love would suffocate me with madness that was to good to be true and you held me with the veins of your mind and tugged at me with the strings of your eyes
gripping onto you when we would walk let it be that everyone knew that you belonged to my hands and my hands ran over you body just mine you took my blue stones blue stones and set them on fire with your demonic lips of shamelessness given to you by your manhood a kind that was all too good to be true
skin full of color that wasn't there when you where born a body composed of pure art and gesture permanently scared your neck sang and your pelvis cracked against my hip when the sand dunes went in too deep the earth eroded and our universe collapsed between our two separate places
and after everything was gone dead we breathe in and out so so slowly
soft laughter sighs what are you doing tomorrow like questions float in the heavy air around us and all I know for certain is that this will end