Your lips smacked and startled
the saints as you slithered
out of your sundress. What was that expression
on your face: desire, deceit? Each
hair of my shape edged to your blood
rush like lightning
rods to your sharp breaths; I took
your hair in my fist, and pressed
the side of your waist curiously, who was that
hissing singsong? This was when I caught
you momentarily: this was when you were most
physical: this was when our pulse jarred together like
muted screams spun inside a loom: this was
how I robed a typhoon.
I observe the mannerisms of calamity through the window, astutely, as skylines and streetlights disappear. I see your faint reflection dispersed inside raindrops, your chest rising and falling, weightless as whispers in the mouth of a storm. I hear thunders in your sound-asleep. I cannot somprehend. Isee the wind tear a cloud apart, deliciously - just because.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
Your lips smacked and startled
the saints as you slithered
out of your sundress. What was that expression
on your face: desire, deceit? Each
hair of my shape edged to your blood
rush like lightning
rods to your sharp breaths; I took
your hair in my fist, and pressed
the side of your waist curiously, who was that
hissing singsong? This was when I caught
you momentarily: this was when you were most
physical: this was when our pulse jarred together like
muted screams spun inside a loom: this was
how I robed a typhoon.
I observe the mannerisms of calamity through the window, astutely, as skylines and streetlights disappear. I see your faint reflection dispersed inside raindrops, your chest rising and falling, weightless as whispers in the mouth of a storm. I hear thunders in your sound-asleep. I cannot somprehend. Isee the wind tear a cloud apart, deliciously - just because.