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And I will kiss your shoulders, When they are bare and Wanting for a kiss. I will twine myself deep into your hair And pull, Until the back of your neck prickles With delight. I will creep in a single stream of honey When you wrap in your shades and shutters And pour golden, sticky sweet Directly into your heart. I will get lost amongst some cloud or mountain (You cannot blame me, for as I do you do often, too.) And just when you have forgotten How I warm those certain spots you knew not existed As I creep through the blinds as you bathe, Illuminating where you are broken, or soft, I show myself, In all bright and shining splendour. You will forget me not. I will let you indulge in me, Take me in until you flake and rip In chunks of bitter rust. I will delight in how I eat away At what once was white and pure. Come night, I will leave to those With sharper tongues and bigger hooks, And you will be cold. You will claw at the walls on which I once shone, And with bleeding fingers Rest amongs the grasshoppers and watch, Waiting for my reflection in the new moon.
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
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And I will kiss your shoulders, When they are bare and Wanting for a kiss. I will twine myself deep into your hair And pull, Until the back of your neck prickles With delight. I will creep in a single stream of honey When you wrap in your shades and shutters And pour golden, sticky sweet Directly into your heart. I will get lost amongst some cloud or mountain (You cannot blame me, for as I do you do often, too.) And just when you have forgotten How I warm those certain spots you knew not existed As I creep through the blinds as you bathe, Illuminating where you are broken, or soft, I show myself, In all bright and shining splendour. You will forget me not. I will let you indulge in me, Take me in until you flake and rip In chunks of bitter rust. I will delight in how I eat away At what once was white and pure. Come night, I will leave to those With sharper tongues and bigger hooks, And you will be cold. You will claw at the walls on which I once shone, And with bleeding fingers Rest amongs the grasshoppers and watch, Waiting for my reflection in the new moon.
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
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