(oct 2)
angels were made of
saint-colored lipstick
but it was heathen gods
i fell over for,
jealous of their
body being worshipped
to unknown beyonds
without spines
getting even more crooked
than before.
don't come too close
for thou is a trap
awaiting for someone
to falter on
but what will that trap do
to prevent me from falling
over you?
will that trap change my mind
about my fondness
over aflame lips
i've not kissed once
but never?
what goes through your dome
when i am as close to you
as i can be?
do you fear that we are
too close
and that the gods
would be angered
if we'd come forward
any closer?
or do you feel recklessly in love
with the fact that our hands
are only inches away
from colliding?
while earth rotates around
the sun
before us,
like i rotate
my alternative universe
around you.
if only i was a goddess
maybe you'd feel the same
if only the bartender
could've came much sooner
to give you
the message i intended
to tell you myself
but was too much of a coward
to do so
if only you loved me
then maybe i would've stayed
under your broad olive arms
as you set your chin
on my childlike hair
your breath
moving in unison
with the rhythms
of the winds
and waters.
romanticizing saltwater boys
from afar
whilst sitting down
at the bottom of a pool
is what i like to do
in my spare time,
so i like to do it a lot
let's die forever
in this dream
and
call your loving ancestors
for our awakening
because i know
they'll accept us
better than your
parents.
hell is empty
without us there
we're lucifer's jesters
making everyone
disappear
to kiss magically
in the box
and saw our virgin bodies
in half afterwards,
sewing our
mouths shut
so we don't kiss and tell
to people
who are not worthy
of each other's
devotion.
i feel as though
his warmth
isn't as intimate
and tenderly caring
as june
maybe it's the fact
that i imagine
someone else's lips
brushing along
my white knuckles
bruising me in
every way possible
sinking in
at the back of my
mind
like it's some
forbidden
blossom.
flavored moons
crash into satellites
the same time
my heart
crashes to yours
if only my heart
were my lips
then i'd kiss you raw
'till time salivates
upon us,
tangerine tongues
crashing like
car accidents
on the highway road
to japan.
