you are a collection of my favourite senses.

you are the smell of smoke
of a fire that’s just burnt out
the drifting
curling grey
the ash
glowing still

you are the too-bright sun in my eyes
blinding
disorienting
and yet still beautiful and necessary
the pagan in me
worshipping your descent to earth
like an angel
who simply wanted to greet me

you are the feel of a fur coat around my neck
soft and warm
comforting, like a mother’s touch
but also a thrill, unsettling
the feeling of death kissing my throat

you have the taste of aphrodisiacs
chocolate, wine and
avocado
the juices of our chemistry
dripping from the sides
of my mouth
your smile wide
at the open euphemism

you are a collection of my favourite senses
and when i kiss you i am

senseless

By Arcassin Burnham



We,

Only,

See,

Love,

In bits and pieces,

Of,

Us,

Together,

Maybe if you would have called a little bit sooner,
Maybe turn the sky a little bit bluer,
I never seen you in a dress before,
I never seen you in a dress before,
Smile could light up the moon,
Also in its darkest hour,
Beauty to make you do anything,
She had the power,
Of Lovin you.



Tease me into an open casket,
Forgive me if I ever had the thought of looking ratchet,
I never ever judge cause that's your fashion,
Basic teens never quite get a reaction,
She was sure she had me sprung,
She was sure she blew my mind,
She was sure she made it work,
Theres no clock that can handle her time,


There's no other way to be afraid,
There's no other way to be a shame,
Even though your the one to blame,
Two never made it out as a result of getting yourself into an unknown,
That's leaves home grown and clarinets and trumbones,
Everyday is a new wave of doing wrong,
There no there way to say this,
But my boy your going home.

Death drives a Harley
"What you think he walks"
He rides in style
A horse??
"Please that so sixth century"
Dress sense has improved
Over the years
Many a fashion pioneer
Has his colds hands touched
Favours
For a trip
V
I
P
Upstairs,
You'll never see him coming
Grey hair styled
Suit that is
Blood
*****
Death
Stained proof, there
Aren't many who clean for
The reaper
His payment an exhale
Of life,
Another few moments
Time in this life
You see an old gentleman on a
Harley
Dressed to impress,
As he's here for the most important
Moment in the last *few moment of your life's breath .