sunrise storm || poetry

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Red liquor down my throat
White wine threw on my clothes
Pressure points, my fingers
Hitting gravity, your hand.

Black eyes around blue orbits
In catacombs I keep my poetry
Your antithetic actions
Playing with my thoughts, raptured.

Hiding love under your tongue
When being egotistical
Insoluble regeneration
Incapable of finding my abruptly dance.

Jaw dropping, our memories
Deteriorated cassettes
Rhapsody depicting us,
My forever mate.

Alabaster eyes around amethyst mouth
Hieroglyphics, my actions;
Your voice, diagnostic 
To my endless numbness.

Devouring my coldness
Are your phrases
Convulsed anatomy
You took my vulnerability.

Collarbones holding rivers
Of old, ice tears
Curbed, long, my spinal cord
Ripped in two with a guitar chord.

Burn your games,
Strangulate my sarcasm
Inculpate my complex imorality
Let me bring you to reality.