the rebirth of venus

sunsets

i paint you in a sunset — baby pink clouds drowning in dandelion champagne ;  i dip the brush in prismatic red and imagine the soft velvet scars along your wrists.  to me you smell of sadness and your tears are bitter sweet.  you're the last drop of rosé and the first sniff of flake ;  you fill me up like demonic candy ;  my teeth chatter and bugs crawl inside my skin —
your tongue's turkish delight covered in mold...  but i'd still pain you in a sunset.  peeling your skin to place it in my palm ;  peeling your soul to place it in my heart.