cannibal
after november
blind
to not be numb
dream (four times)
forgetfulness
angel
first morning
laconic
drown
deep
maidenhead
milk
this
wake
dark blue
rotten scorpio
little v. flea
from me to you
exit
dry
the lines left behind
guilty
sever desire
falling slowly
esperando
dark spiral
sparkle
confetti
bodies pound beats
Through a haze of dreams and
long, forgotten thoughts of sleep,
your face emerges slowly,
soft,
I think with a halo
a sort of misty gold aurora.
I blink and moan to find you;
groping and sighing
Searching for your soft mouth
to suckle me awake.
My fingers glide
to find your collarbone,
your jaw
your neck
my hand slips into a heavy mass
of hair which falls
and falls upon my face and throat.
I'm awake now.
I'm alive now.
Keep me here against you, please,
breathing into me the warmest perfume
feeding me the softest mouth
teaching me things I guess I had forgotten
about being loved
better than ever before.
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