He said he liked her hair long:
messy and unruly against
upturned cheeks and winks.
Braided secrets running
between lilac
blooms and plaits.
He tasted of *** and berries
Short. Sweet. Sin.
He is a wisp of an
inferno eating
all the words playing
tip toe
on her bitten lips.
Winter came as a painter’s
brush dipped in blue and grey.
Secrets that taste of sleep
syrup and honey f r o z e
Drunk bees dance in
pale and grey roses.
A careless mistake came
in bruises, a stain of
an indigo sunset.
Rusty kitchen scissors snip,
snip, snipped away all
the bad, sugary tartness
eating a toothache.
Spring crept up on a
bare nape and shoulders
Her sun-baked eyes burned,
softened like butter,
maple syrup and something
harder than life.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
He said he liked her hair long:
messy and unruly against
upturned cheeks and winks.
Braided secrets running
between lilac
blooms and plaits.
He tasted of *** and berries
Short. Sweet. Sin.
He is a wisp of an
inferno eating
all the words playing
tip toe
on her bitten lips.
Winter came as a painter’s
brush dipped in blue and grey.
Secrets that taste of sleep
syrup and honey f r o z e
Drunk bees dance in
pale and grey roses.
A careless mistake came
in bruises, a stain of
an indigo sunset.
Rusty kitchen scissors snip,
snip, snipped away all
the bad, sugary tartness
eating a toothache.
Spring crept up on a
bare nape and shoulders
Her sun-baked eyes burned,
softened like butter,
maple syrup and something
harder than life.
It's been a while.
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