lyrics on the metaphysics of lust
let me kiss you
below the depths
touched by simmering rays
crashing like waves onto your bronzing skin
on a sunny day
may my ravenous fangs
sink into the nape of your neck
holding back the pining force
of seven hundred clamping bear-traps
the safety-nets
woven out of cigarette smoke
& verbose poems
written by a flickering lamp
burning midnight oil
dissolved in the unseeable depths
of those deep-sea green eyes
helicopters whirled in the pits of my stomach
when my gaze found her face
& i could stare until i was able to rig a wig
blindfolded
where each strand of hair mapped to scale
starving to death for your tomb of life
la petit mort // la petit mort
an afterlife womb
where heaven & hell mix
craving more & more
gliding fingers ski southward
tracing outlines along silky snow
i connect freckles
dot•to•dot
sketching a finger-painted masterpiece
along the canvas of your burning flesh
hallelujah
hallelujah
hips ****** up as lips meet lips
now dissolve on my tongue
shifting gears & counting speed
melting me as she breathes
earthquakes shake over quivering bodies
turning calm seas into wild stormy high tides
blood rushes into flushed cheeks
she floods my shore
like a tsunami at the break of dawn
on all fours begging for more
black on white strikes gold
while grey melts in between
tap-tap the beat of a snare drum
hitting the high hats where the dots of i
meet the passing crossroads of u̶s̶
sweet & sour sweat drips
splashing from sheets onto the floor
steam sways & burns
as the scent of burning wood
fills the empty spaces of our room
an unspoken language with signs of smoke
as flames burn through the old
& come again glimmering new
Jun 17, 2023
Jun 17, 2023 at 1:54 AM UTC
lyrics on the metaphysics of lust
let me kiss you
below the depths
touched by simmering rays
crashing like waves onto your bronzing skin
on a sunny day
may my ravenous fangs
sink into the nape of your neck
holding back the pining force
of seven hundred clamping bear-traps
the safety-nets
woven out of cigarette smoke
& verbose poems
written by a flickering lamp
burning midnight oil
dissolved in the unseeable depths
of those deep-sea green eyes
helicopters whirled in the pits of my stomach
when my gaze found her face
& i could stare until i was able to rig a wig
blindfolded
where each strand of hair mapped to scale
starving to death for your tomb of life
la petit mort // la petit mort
an afterlife womb
where heaven & hell mix
craving more & more
gliding fingers ski southward
tracing outlines along silky snow
i connect freckles
dot•to•dot
sketching a finger-painted masterpiece
along the canvas of your burning flesh
hallelujah
hallelujah
hips ****** up as lips meet lips
now dissolve on my tongue
shifting gears & counting speed
melting me as she breathes
earthquakes shake over quivering bodies
turning calm seas into wild stormy high tides
blood rushes into flushed cheeks
she floods my shore
like a tsunami at the break of dawn
on all fours begging for more
black on white strikes gold
while grey melts in between
tap-tap the beat of a snare drum
hitting the high hats where the dots of i
meet the passing crossroads of u̶s̶
sweet & sour sweat drips
splashing from sheets onto the floor
steam sways & burns
as the scent of burning wood
fills the empty spaces of our room
an unspoken language with signs of smoke
as flames burn through the old
& come again glimmering new
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