ardently

V. your lips taste like rum

i'm so drunk in love, your lips taste like rum, i lick it off them, let them fade. and suddenly they feel rough as i see, i taste the salmon skies in them. i'm so drunk in love, i can't feel. through tremble and sweetness i fade. i fear.

oh god, i fear. i run. you run, run over my body, run through my hair, your hands, they run. is this a fever dream? is the evening sun the blushing on my cheeks? did you draw the redness on my body? it is bold fear somehow and the longing for more. you make oxygen smell like gasoline turning into bittersweet, wildflower-alike lust.

i couldn't know it was toxic anymore, just pure.

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wooow that's crap.
seriously? – i should just stop
writing english poetry
or at least stop publishing it.
it's embarrassing
how many mistakes
there have to be in this poem oops.