you’ll find it on the back streets
on hot and humid nights.
you’ll smell the night is tinged
with something sacrine bleeding
melancholic.
remembering nights when me and my guy
would be altered and get nostalgic;
remembering times when decaying crusts of summers browning bronzed you;
ask me how the back end of his thigh tastes...
fluorescent?
what about the inside of his neckline...
phosphorescent?
full gut but somehow craving,
so sweet but somehow rotting,
in the halogen lights,
what is this smell?
: magnolia
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC
you’ll find it on the back streets
on hot and humid nights.
you’ll smell the night is tinged
with something sacrine bleeding
melancholic.
remembering nights when me and my guy
would be altered and get nostalgic;
remembering times when decaying crusts of summers browning bronzed you;
ask me how the back end of his thigh tastes...
fluorescent?
what about the inside of his neckline...
phosphorescent?
full gut but somehow craving,
so sweet but somehow rotting,
in the halogen lights,
what is this smell?
: magnolia
an experimental psychedelic piece i guess
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