7-5-17
My lover kisses treetops,
And I can taste the skies
Like cotton candy in your mouth.
She dances with the riches,
Diamonds hanging from her teeth.
She fucks with the low lives,
But she's not down for it like me.
He's setting fire to the grass,
Sticking to the ceilings,
Barn rafters and dirty fingernails,
You're a structure.
Pupils sharp,
But not jagged,
Appearance smooth,
Always had shit.
Blue walls,
Breath like a hit
Of marijuana smoke,
Too perfect to live like this?
Bare feet and olive skin,
You could bottle him
And name him sin.
She dipped her toes in,
But we wanted her body,
There are trees beneath the ocean.
You know how to swim,
Trust your instinct.
He's a wild card, I know you'll fall.
He's the sky and she's still sinking.
As for me,
I'm watching,
Waiting,
Beneath the world.
I've been so cold lately,
Holding my observation in a love,
At a distance.
But I won't grant mercy.
⁃ (m.m)
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