Breath to breath
Our winds, our mixing
I don't know if I'll handle
This hurricane.
But don't let me tell you
It's immoral,
We both know
That holds no water.
Skin to skin,
Ashes to ashes
The earth comes up
To meet our confusion.
Smoke, oh god, smoke.
My mind's become kindling
I burn for you
Fire is an evening well spent.
Don't let anyone tell you
You're a Machiavellian lover
For
Severity is its own reward
And I can be yours.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
Breath to breath
Our winds, our mixing
I don't know if I'll handle
This hurricane.
But don't let me tell you
It's immoral,
We both know
That holds no water.
Skin to skin,
Ashes to ashes
The earth comes up
To meet our confusion.
Smoke, oh god, smoke.
My mind's become kindling
I burn for you
Fire is an evening well spent.
Don't let anyone tell you
You're a Machiavellian lover
For
Severity is its own reward
And I can be yours.
I'm not too sure how well I brought Machiavelli into this poem. I'm reading him at the moment and this poem came to me. It's funny how that happens, isn't it?
