a new era --
one of unapologetic attitudes and unholy smirks
cinnamon-laced smiles and that cross
above your bed
(oh, the irony)
i bloom just a little too late
and you wilt just a little too fast
all i know is silk skin and scintillating eyes and
warmth
you bring me to my knees
trembling hands can only hope
to feel you melt in them
sun-warmed honey, slipping through my fingers
the universe comes undone at the edges
(as do i)
and with the loose threads
i stitch your skin to mine
i'd tie a ribbon around my quivering heart
and cough it up for you
if you'd just keep counting my freckles and
smiling at me like that
all teeth, no mystery
i think i could love you
"En sa beauté gît ma mort et ma vie."
--"In her beauty rests my death and my life."
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SIXTEEN
Poetrya collection of my original poetry- mostly about girls, god, and other things i'm afraid of. read at your own risk. [lowercase intentional]
