Maria
kisses
like she wants
to take your head off.
The top lip
is an umbrella
all the way to the bridge of the nose.
The bottom
slobbers
the
cleft-chin.
When I kiss her,
I want to push her away
and
tell her
"quit that ****
but she's green.
she's never been with a dude
the way that I want
to be with her.
And so,
the kissing
I tolerate.
The way she takes her tongue
to every black surface
that the shadow of her mouth
creates.
I shake it off.
Or
how sugary my mouth gets
with all the extra saliva
she wets my teeth
with.
I'm cool with it.
But one night,
she gets down
on all fours on her
sofa-bed.
Her skin:
patchy black
and white
from the moon coming in
and scattering
against the leaves
of an oak
outside the window.
Her jaw
working
in square motions
as she swallows
down
all that extra
saliva,
from all that
extra kissing.
And she said to me,
her eyes
placid,
glassy
and black
as leather,
**** me like those **** girls."
Ever have one of those moments,
where nothing is beautiful
about anything you're looking at?
A taste in your mouth,
gets sour
like you've been chewing copper
and
nothing is beautiful.
Nov 23, 2011
Nov 23, 2011 at 11:00 PM UTC
Maria
kisses
like she wants
to take your head off.
The top lip
is an umbrella
all the way to the bridge of the nose.
The bottom
slobbers
the
cleft-chin.
When I kiss her,
I want to push her away
and
tell her
"quit that ****
but she's green.
she's never been with a dude
the way that I want
to be with her.
And so,
the kissing
I tolerate.
The way she takes her tongue
to every black surface
that the shadow of her mouth
creates.
I shake it off.
Or
how sugary my mouth gets
with all the extra saliva
she wets my teeth
with.
I'm cool with it.
But one night,
she gets down
on all fours on her
sofa-bed.
Her skin:
patchy black
and white
from the moon coming in
and scattering
against the leaves
of an oak
outside the window.
Her jaw
working
in square motions
as she swallows
down
all that extra
saliva,
from all that
extra kissing.
And she said to me,
her eyes
placid,
glassy
and black
as leather,
**** me like those **** girls."
Ever have one of those moments,
where nothing is beautiful
about anything you're looking at?
A taste in your mouth,
gets sour
like you've been chewing copper
and
nothing is beautiful.
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