We shout with the devil chattels
, murmurs in the deserted comfort walls
of our fucked up minds
and ice, shaky hands.
I'm here for a long time
inside this cave I call home, and yet I do recall how you looked when the sun touched your dove white complexion. How your voice sounded when you used to say you even loved me.
The color green has become my favorite color, as it takes over my body more than a normal sea of emerald. I have now found that love still resides in me.
Will you discover me in your morning whiskey, or in your new lovers warmth? I hope she sees my face every time as you are simply everywhere on her bedsheets.
Everywhere as in you'll know how I cut into you like a pomegranate, my lionhearted hips making love to you as my panther orbs took your soul as hostage. My lips the feathers of a peacock and my pores seeping lilies. Hera, a love that was only for us.
Everywhere as in God, I think I'm in fucking love. God, I think I have resurrected when you told me you that you felt the same. As in, I know I am yours. Your knife words cutting into my hips as the lonely hours took over me, as I dreamed of you to come clean me up. Your touch taking me east, a feast of my own, the one that makes my life better.
This heart you gave to me; how I desperately wish you kept it safe, beneath your skin, but I am blood and you are bone and I am blood and you are a constellation, my weakest link, my heel that was left behind in the Trojan war.
I want you to teach me to breath again, teach me to be yours. I want you to give me the ball and chain to your pyramid and I will give you mine. My body is mine, but it belongs to you.
This, this, this, and this belongs to you. All of this is yours and this is where I confess how I want you like the holy bend of a river. Like the hands around a lovers neck.
My vision is clouded with my heart bleeding, but it's okay. I've always had too much —so I share.
