an arrival awaited for months
the night strolled in
accumulating stars and anxiety
millions of dollars
we beg to pay you
they are intoxicated
stumbling over their thoughts
for only i could soberly enjoy a presence
as pure as yours
as your fingers aggravate your hair
and squeeze my heart til it bleeds
craters are created in your cheeks
showing me what i cannot have
an impossible man
gives me impossible words
until he can speak no more
and grows blind of my face
the warmth of the lights
is entrapped in two limes
freshly squeezed
saturating both your skin and mine
i choke on your love
denied of breath so i use yours
we become one
although you are unaware
my first tattoo
was your kiss on my lips
eternal yet fading
i was killed under your grasp
you'll smile when you see your words on my grave
YOU ARE READING
deluge
شِعرa downpour of thoughts, a delve into the most intricate inner-workings of my mind 2020 © rosy
