people wrinkle at chapped lips: they're not the
balmy sculpt of kissable rose petal printed
with sketches that draw you in from
the outer corners into the puckered centre.
your lips flake like a phoenix sheds its feathers
boiling red magnet pools in crater crevices
your lips are red from overstretching at the cracks
from smiling too cheeky and wide
from abrasion of the sharp, smooth,
funny words you stutter over so smartly,
you know what you're doing.
let me lick the lines in your lips smooth
and i will give you my glow
my glamour lining the flaming surface of your lips
like a warm gleaming blanket of healing
that sinks deep and settles
i will kiss your feather lips
and droop my eyelashes
as my mind lights on fire
and my back sprout a set of twins
flaming blades, beat me upwards into the stagelight
with a single gust of hot air
i don't need to lift my eyes to see
i've got electric you at a standstill
as my magic courage stings you
bronze sugar venom gripping your muscles
numbing honey flowing through your whole body
but your beautiful dark heart
is alive and well and pumping all too fast
and i will wait for your heart
to spur your arms around my waist
in a fairytale twist-kiss of a lifetime
between the lion and the witch in the wardrobe.
- i dream of kissing your bleeding broken lips, sucking the scabs off for me to chew and swallow, that forbidden dream, my freudian nightmare, i need to talk to him.
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heartburn expulsion
Poetryan ongoing collection of the love poems of nobodi. the full anthology of nobodi's poetry, "i'll never be a poet", can be found on wattpad as well.
