Kaleidoscopes
pushed the music
through our bodies
in triangles of ebony,
purity,
hope
and confusion.
I could lose you
in the music,
you could lose me
in the bass
and destruction
of ear-dums.
What thumps
inside us?
as we thump genitals,
and ride
against each other
over interlocked
thighs.
Put me in your lips
more than your
put your own tongue.
Wet me
with a burst
of love so jarring
it could break my mind.
Because I like to put
two fingers
on your breastbone
and pull down
your shirt
so that I can see more.
And you like to grab me
harder
than
anyone
has
grabbed
before.
And the pain
of love
is all about grabbing,
about having
possession
in the middle of a club
hopping on mushrooms.
We get closer,
judging our distances
by how little we see
the kaleidoscopes
of broken light
and reformed blues, reds, greens and
yous.
We judge distance
by our stale Colgate breath
and drunk tongues.
We judge distance
by how close
our hearts have become
when we know nothing else
but drunk love.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
Kaleidoscopes
pushed the music
through our bodies
in triangles of ebony,
purity,
hope
and confusion.
I could lose you
in the music,
you could lose me
in the bass
and destruction
of ear-dums.
What thumps
inside us?
as we thump genitals,
and ride
against each other
over interlocked
thighs.
Put me in your lips
more than your
put your own tongue.
Wet me
with a burst
of love so jarring
it could break my mind.
Because I like to put
two fingers
on your breastbone
and pull down
your shirt
so that I can see more.
And you like to grab me
harder
than
anyone
has
grabbed
before.
And the pain
of love
is all about grabbing,
about having
possession
in the middle of a club
hopping on mushrooms.
We get closer,
judging our distances
by how little we see
the kaleidoscopes
of broken light
and reformed blues, reds, greens and
yous.
We judge distance
by our stale Colgate breath
and drunk tongues.
We judge distance
by how close
our hearts have become
when we know nothing else
but drunk love.
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