#fishnets
Your colors are so heavy, how dare I, I cannot sleep. Years inundated under, through skin coils, marigold fields. Yellow crocuses, orange California poppies. Moors of cattle ranchers, yokes of oxen. Plasticine uber-confidence, silky white-skinned testubular thrice people harmonies. Blisses of contagion, contagious bliss. Wrists and incisors, tying down in a bedroom, waking up to live harps and choruses. You dance like you're so alive, but I'm so alive I can't dance. Or breathe. Or knead my fists of earthen wears, or sell my soul completely. I drove off a cliff last night, but the four foot fall ended neatly. The plateau authors my chance to sew my bright, beyond- my fortunes. But the hour before I fall asleep, seems to be the greatest torture.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
I see you in your black corset
Shiny as a raven’s claw
Your hair
Hips swerving
Sipping a stiff drink
In a dark corner
Mascara thick
Lipstick full
In crimson bloom
Plump lips - glazed eyes
Fishnets and stilettos
Swaying
Unto the dance floor
Becoming one
With the music
While unraveling yourself
From our mortal fetters
Bone fingers
Reaching, beckoning
As you are enveloped
By the strobe-lights and fog
Evaporating
Only your pale silhouette remains
On my tongue
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
I'm caught in fishnets
entwined, entangled
struggling to break free
of the hold they have on me
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC