My fingertips seized up on your body, it felt like fire was raising wherever I touched,
burnt, —
I bled, uncovered gold and desire,
reds and you took upon my mind,
fell in — out
of places that I could only imagine,
between your touch, I found depth in my existence,
slowly I unveiled —discovered secrets with my fingertips, flowing through your skin,
I tasted heaven,
like a foreign land, hell —
your body was an escapade — adventure, and I couldn't keep myself away
I wanted to discover every inch and forge a house in between,
I'd live an infinity in your lips and eternal on your mind,
Until I become ash and smoke, leave my mark upon your body.
YOU ARE READING
existence within earth
PoetryPoetry in words of a mess, written throughout years of my teenage angst that continues. "Shall wisdom and hell be spoken when my ink turns into blood"