My stomach hurts
Like guitar strings being pulled
Pulled back, to when I was still your muse
And you found rhythm in my loins
Our hearts carefully laced
Perfectly placed
We held them tightly
Asphyxiating their beat
And then found ourselves starved of inspiration
soiled irides
Cold price, be paid
412 bones carefully placed
On a silver platter
down at the morgue
YOU ARE READING
Your fingers that danced with the covenants of my sins
PuisiAn array of poems about attraction. The longing for skin, and the lust it ignites. Though once that disintegrates what are we left with but insecurity and a golden rule "not to fall in love with the person from a one night stand" and where do relati...
