it wasn't your honey
that got me
nor was it
your smolder
they may be
most dimpliest lines
but what shook me
from numb to sprung
violent stripping
my own *******
what woke me
from prison slumber
was
your dent fingers
shaking crimson
still
reaching
strife gone strive
leaning into lightbloom
curled in a corner
dim pulse knocking
how in the center
of rage-iced pain
tornado torn lone
you felt it
reflecting my own
pushpull oblong halo
still
orbiting
even our fuckits and flails
have aftertaste
of skies slid
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
it wasn't your honey
that got me
nor was it
your smolder
they may be
most dimpliest lines
but what shook me
from numb to sprung
violent stripping
my own *******
what woke me
from prison slumber
was
your dent fingers
shaking crimson
still
reaching
strife gone strive
leaning into lightbloom
curled in a corner
dim pulse knocking
how in the center
of rage-iced pain
tornado torn lone
you felt it
reflecting my own
pushpull oblong halo
still
orbiting
even our fuckits and flails
have aftertaste
of skies slid
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