𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓ㅡ
dear cupid,
let me take a glance at your soft cheeks that glow in the dark/ i love how you grin your ivory teeth every time you hear me laugh/ or at least allow me to cover your observant eyes with my shaky hands/ so that i can later feel them on my face when you fly away to your love sick lands.
ㅡ𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘ㅡ
dear cupid,
can't you narrate me the story of icarus again? i love the grief in your voice when you speak of a tragic incomplete love tale/ the way it wavers when you near the end, and watch again how the little sun addict fell to his death/ cry again, so i can wipe your remorse and remind you of my obsession with your touch, then lick your tears right off my fingers.
ㅡ𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅ㅡ
dear cupid,
let me tell you a story of a loved and his belovedㅡ of how he swiped the life of the other by plucking out her golden heart/ i like watching your eyes sparkling every time i speak about two souls tangling in the sheets of death/ with one of them chanting vows of betrayal and the other mistaking it for love/ i like how your blood turns into the warmest dew drops that seeps into my flesh like ichor/ till your soul leaves your lips with my name homing in your mouth.
ㅡ𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐒.
YOU ARE READING
tacenda|| prose/poetry
Poesiaoh dear lord, send me a love so pure that can make the cupid bow in shame and make the aphrodite envious of me. started: 14 august 2021 ended: 17 august 2021
