#amatory
I want our bones to fuse together
I want your blood to flow in mine
I want further than skin-to-skin
Cannibalism from chin to shin.
'Til our fingers are stringed and intertwined
'Til our legs are locked and tied
'Til our hearts hear each other
That it beats in sync and smother.
To guzzle every of your part
To quaff every ounce of ichor
To longing love and stain be one
Then my satisfaction is yet to come.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Things from red to blue,
I gave a sign,
Hiding the hints of hue
Still my design.
The bones of thy face
Dimensions I can't un-embrace
Total disagreement conversation
Purely impulsive and controversion.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
Her rhythm enthralled one’s nonchalance
I, who do not believe—
Would deify those golden lips if I have the chance
Indelible heart she caused is forgivable
Thus, dwindling warmth doesn’t bring full frigidity
As my devotion would hold this exuberant feeling, ineffable.
Her affirmative language spoke to my flirtation
Theories of firsts, I am confined with reverie
The subject on my amatory—
Poems that for every second I spend denies inanity
So peculiar that made it even better.
I might start to learn how to pray
As my perfidious nature belied my affection
Pardon my masqueraded actions on the edge of perceptibility
Such Virgil’s Aeneid, ad astra, the sweetest con
Aeternum amor I wish upon.
Someday in cosmos, our strings will intertwine
To whelve beside my grave rather than cry,
“I love you,” don’t act surprised
More than she could ever know, on my knees, and pinky
On the altar, with all my will
I choose her poetically, religiously.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 6:46 AM UTC
Embracing the warmness of your kingdom
Where we engaged and entertain our boredom,
While no other man should’st compete to measure
Among out-worldly wood is just the golden treasure!
And we hath the night to dance with rhythm
Inescapable ’til pale, ’til this second baptism.
Write your name through the dimensions of my back
Fill it with scratches — I’ll be all bite no bark!
As I shove aside the heavenly mountains,
Sensing the butterflies all o’er your rib cage;
As I wreck the breadth of scenic canyons,
Demolishing the routes of your village;
As I sink to the bed of shallow lakes,
Hitting the reset button — curling your phalanges.
Simply cease once you learned each detail, every vein;
’Til your cherry red blood became zirconia porcelain.
Be the cat that will get my tongue
To this curious inamorato who yearns unsung.
Look at me proudly and masochistically!
Even the sheet acknowledges how cryptic
The wholeheartedly cries we reflect
From a passionate gentleman with no respect.
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 4:04 AM UTC