i know your demons,
and I kiss them on their pale and
broken foreheads to appease you.
i know the map of your skin,
of your bones, like white gold.
my hands are shaking
as the stars collide and
the dust of them lingers in
your eyelashes; and
i should detest you
by now, but you have
this way of consuming me
with the shadows in your
irises, but i
exhale- a breath like the
million before you came,
a plume of smoke,
radio static.
smoldering desire lights
upon my tongue and
infiltrates my thoughts.
and it is overwhelming,
everything at once;
our love may be a chronic
illness, but
the delirium is
hauntingly
beautiful.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
i know your demons,
and I kiss them on their pale and
broken foreheads to appease you.
i know the map of your skin,
of your bones, like white gold.
my hands are shaking
as the stars collide and
the dust of them lingers in
your eyelashes; and
i should detest you
by now, but you have
this way of consuming me
with the shadows in your
irises, but i
exhale- a breath like the
million before you came,
a plume of smoke,
radio static.
smoldering desire lights
upon my tongue and
infiltrates my thoughts.
and it is overwhelming,
everything at once;
our love may be a chronic
illness, but
the delirium is
hauntingly
beautiful.
