pomes 2k15

day the third

ba'.

we're playing hide and seek.

you always win: even with the lights closed, bukhoor -frankincense- follows my tracks like a trail of breadcrumbs. you tag me with all your body- this is how our game goes. it's you who ends up surrendering, you heard me asking for a heart to take and immediately offered yours. i paint arabic calligraphy on your back with mixed blood and wax - your taste still lingers even after i wash my throat with perfume. 

your breathing is shallow. do words still scare you now?