Blood courses, velveteen.
Alabaster & bistre limbs
inosculated, drawn up
by a methadone sun
to flirt with July skies.
Vertigo fails to fool-
we once loved at night only, scoring rind,
moaning premature world weary woes.
They appear now like blue-violet trail blazers,
defiant against the doubt of heady heights,
guiding me to you:
my codeine haze, my shoegaze rhapsody,
‘Close my eyes / feel me now':
ours is the real thing,
kissed by the fervent fire.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
Blood courses, velveteen.
Alabaster & bistre limbs
inosculated, drawn up
by a methadone sun
to flirt with July skies.
Vertigo fails to fool-
we once loved at night only, scoring rind,
moaning premature world weary woes.
They appear now like blue-violet trail blazers,
defiant against the doubt of heady heights,
guiding me to you:
my codeine haze, my shoegaze rhapsody,
‘Close my eyes / feel me now':
ours is the real thing,
kissed by the fervent fire.
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