my hands are pacing,
driven wild by these
of vibrant boulevards
my fingertips could discover
upon crossing the bend
of your collarbone.
no puedo olvidar tu abandono.I wishno puedo olvidar tu abandono. by theshadowkissedgirl
agreed to wear
a damn condom.
Dionaea muscipula.I willDionaea muscipula. by theshadowkissedgirl
teach these lips
of a Venus flytrap.
|You don't feel me in here, anymore.|
I stayed up all night painting your face so
I could beat the birds to crying your name
and the world would shudder and shake in two syllables
once the first glitters of dawn skittered across the horizon
and skipped across the tips of your blindfold eyelids;
I stayed up all night losing my sanity so
I could on auto-pilot put my body to work
and my hands would find a natural rhythm
in the swoop and crash of heat transfer
bobbing up and down in the waves of your skin;
I stayed up all night dancing so
I could prance through the doors of your dreams
and I would step and spin without your guidance
until your eyelashes fluttered awake with pride singing
and our distance would hum along with the song and close in;
I stayed up all night lighting fireworks so
I could pretend I was a sailor lost at sea
and you would find me shipwrecked at the shore
tame my soul's raging waves before the day could break
and giggle the whole way back to your lighthouse escape;
I stayed up all night writing these verses so
I could capture the firefly words to speak when your lips
first parted with the adieu of a yawn
and my tongue would sprinkle across them all
the te quiero's and ich liebe dich's my heart has been choking on.
It is the romance of psychology
over cigarettes in the dark
like shooting stars
that suck oxygen
to feed the flames of fate
It is the shocking truth
when facts click together
in a flurry of
crash bound meteorites
and twinkling comet tails
over the newly tangible horizon
of your skeleton
It is the passion
the delayed gratification
and the satisfaction
of smoke seeping
slowly from slick lips
It is holding the power of gravitation
betwixt my hands
to sway the orbit of Venus
within your whirlpool irises
so your eyes fall
at the shedding of my crust
and flow down it
to engulf me
It is the soft sweeping motion
of the moon's
intent passing gaze
as your waves reverberate
and reach the shore
of my iron core
It is the absolute absence of mass
and the clash
of fire and ice in the flash
of a volcanic eruption
within my tectonic plates
that rock and cradle you
whilst my legs quake
and scrape the speed of light
It is a firework's smooth acceleration
to a rough explosion
as the glitter of an exhale
rips a hundred holes
a lack of language, in coloursyou tell me you miss mea lack of language, in colours by ohsostarryeyed
and that i am more beautiful
than any girl in georgia
or even barcelona.
everything is fitting like magic
between fingers when they
and i swear for the past three nights,
that's all i've dreamt.
give me acrylics
and i still can't make you see
the exact shade of warm
you are to me.
give me the ocean
and there are not enough waves
in its body
to show just the way i feel
when our own vessels move together.
seven months since we last said goodbye,
since we last said hello-
i could fill libraries
to love you.
what i really want to ask
is if you think you can
love me this time.
'X' Marks The SpotI am a pirate,'X' Marks The Spot by DearPoetry
a ghost among the sunken ship
of your treasure trove heart.
Like the last bit of rum in the jug,
I enjoy the way 'fuck' rolls off your tongue,
as if you invented its meaning.
I try to articulate that one syllable,
match your way of speech-
You've never needed to dress your words-
dip them in ink or paint them in poetry
upon the exotic map of my sun-kissed curves.
I have drowned so many times
in the green sea of your eyes
that I am coughing up seaweed
& weak bones.
You tell me not to speak-
that such words sound dirty on my tongue
that my spine is made for beauty
and not for a bounty.
But you, you are a plague
light-years at sea
and I am finding the ocean
& salty siren lips.