James kissed me till my pain numbed away
along the curves of his lips.
My lips turned numb in temptation;
A dotted bird flys above us,
and the silver city buzzing underneath.
The horizon crumbled like the four walls
into vermillion, and burnt blossoms,
sprayed across as the last hymn ended in the fall.
Blood sprouted from his lips
like the shaded azure above us.
Loving can break the pain into oblivion.
The orange sky melted into alcohol burns;
I suddenly felt blue without his lips on mine.
We stayed there like dead bodies decked in lilies.
The closeness of our bodies felt like
a fevered summer dream warm in bubbling alcohol.
Lovers like us are imaginary;
Memories of ours burn in the evening caress.
We kiss to get drunk in our sorrows — for we feel
the blood oozing out of the agony and withering away
in neon-lit desires:
A gathering of sinners soaked in the blue rain under the shattered stars,
in an ardency of blooming in despair.
The star secrets burned in the edge of beauteous sins.
James wove the stars upon my blue fingertips.
The kiss lasted longer than our usual Wednesday nights.
The sun falls, the skies rise, the moons cry, and the stars break.
The afterglow got dragged near our ankles.
A moment of bottle-green laughter and friction;
A pale-yellow sleep in the melting snow seeping into the moon crumbs.
The city light flickered like nothing else —
Songs clawed our flesh, staining them
in the scratches of cheap romance that we've got this night.
Our histories are erased; we have begun from nothing
but ended in moonwashed foamy waves.
The sky burns in ignited sorrow again and again and again.
The sun was gone behind our world of stained melancholia.
Our lips were bleeding, and I was slowly withering away in his poison.
We bleed in euphoria,
but that could never
be too much.
For it could never
make life a lie or
set us free,
and so we bleed.
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A/N: Woah, they're going through a lot. I think they deserve a vote.
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the slow art of breathing bitter
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