it would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Friday, November 4, 2011

naivety.

your apple juice is spiked
rosy cheeks simply rouged
innocent eyes behind big yellow daisies
devilish grin spoiling the naivety
hike your skirt a little higher
& pretend your sparkling cider
is the most expensive of champagnes
blowing smoke rings in the dark
and coughing them away

turn your head & hide those tears
taking comfort in that
which once you feared
rusted razor blades in sparkling dreams
shiny bubbles floating along slimy trails
oh precious one, die with me
breathe with me, drown with me

skinned knees and split lips
bruised arms and sunken eyes
it's a terrible disguise, love
we all know your truths
& most of your lies
your transparency
gives you away

hook me up, lover
i need a fix of that
tainted love you give me
you're my syringe
my tourniquet
that boiling liquid
& the strip of foil
the fine white powder
& the razor blade
the shot glass
& the burning fire inside it
that tiny blue pill
which makes me sleep so well
you're all mine
& i'm addicted
& you hurt so good.

your kiss, it burns like fire
& you travel down my throat
past my navel, in a frenzied mood
i feel the atmosphere shifting about
as your movements speed
quickly as your racing heart
now quickly as mine
my frantic hands search
for something to hold onto
your lies aren't enough for me this time
not physical enough
we're physical enough
scratches on your back
from my animalistic tendencies
bitemarks in your neck
from my lack of restraint
screaming for you
at you
to you
you love me.
i own you.
you're mine & i'm yours
& we're here.

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