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I have love for you Rooted in my jawbone Your secret perfume Convection heat in a back seat I want your thin fingers Tangled in the web of my ribs I want to lose you In the honeycombed purple layers of my heart tissue I will cradle your head on my sternum Letting my lungs do the work If only Your elbows were not so sharp Then I would crave the dig of your fingernails Your pastures of hair The butterfly tremble of your lips Speechless- words no longer hold the weight My tongue on the novel curves of your sigh Tasting the twenty summers of your growth Trembling due to lack of oxygen Trembling at the onset of lust The kneading want of knuckle bones Drawing me ever closer to the colors of light Static in the stereo of the Cerebral cortex Bunched nerves Shocked into submission By your bleached bone canines Open and breathe The quick pinch endocrine valves Releasing steam Drape me with your skin Wrap me up in your pulsing warm veins I bleed blue On every day of the week I am deafened By the rage of your heartbeat I am stricken dumb The symphony of your eyelids Swelling in my chest a familiar lust The wind from your eyelashes Could blow us out of this winter And right into spring All the days of the year I bleed blue The dedication of your palm On my cheek Warms me like a leaf in sunlight Peel me layer from layer You will find no lies in between the pages I am your machine Waiting to be properly lubricated I cannot wait for our first day under the sun I can't wait to get you out of the fluorescent lights Of the Assembly line We will journey together to forgotten realms And sleep beneath the strange constellations
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
Blue Eye
I have love for you Rooted in my jawbone Your secret perfume Convection heat in a back seat I want your thin fingers Tangled in the web of my ribs I want to lose you In the honeycombed purple layers of my heart tissue I will cradle your head on my sternum Letting my lungs do the work If only Your elbows were not so sharp Then I would crave the dig of your fingernails Your pastures of hair The butterfly tremble of your lips Speechless- words no longer hold the weight My tongue on the novel curves of your sigh Tasting the twenty summers of your growth Trembling due to lack of oxygen Trembling at the onset of lust The kneading want of knuckle bones Drawing me ever closer to the colors of light Static in the stereo of the Cerebral cortex Bunched nerves Shocked into submission By your bleached bone canines Open and breathe The quick pinch endocrine valves Releasing steam Drape me with your skin Wrap me up in your pulsing warm veins I bleed blue On every day of the week I am deafened By the rage of your heartbeat I am stricken dumb The symphony of your eyelids Swelling in my chest a familiar lust The wind from your eyelashes Could blow us out of this winter And right into spring All the days of the year I bleed blue The dedication of your palm On my cheek Warms me like a leaf in sunlight Peel me layer from layer You will find no lies in between the pages I am your machine Waiting to be properly lubricated I cannot wait for our first day under the sun I can't wait to get you out of the fluorescent lights Of the Assembly line We will journey together to forgotten realms And sleep beneath the strange constellations
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Equatorial Guinean
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
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