FINGERED

I FIND YOUR WARMTH

I SMELL THE SWEET OF YOUR BLOOD

I DIP MY FINGERS IN POOLS OF HOT CANDLE WAX

A SENSATION SO GOOD

A BURN SO GOOD

LATE NIGHT

"to kiss these lips

too brilliant to miss..

my mind's gone to hell
but it might as well"

i used to frequent the road that ends with dead bodies of birds

and listen to that delicate sound, hands between my legs

moisture from the night haloing around my head

biting my lips

drawing blood

it felt so good 

BACK OF MY HEAD

in the weak of my heart
i sit and taste blue and red
i think of your body
and i think of mine

what is that allure of consuming you
possessing your mind
possessing your skin
possessing your spit as you swallow
i'm possessed again

i went out to the lake and watched people walk
i imagined what they were thinking
assigned names to them

celestine collects carnations and dangles them in the crook of her left arm, her freckled right hand concealed in the pocket of her cream colored coat, she bites the inside of her cheek

simon smiles to his lover, seething with tender softness, she runs her slender fingers over the nape of his neck, warm blood

destruction
sullen eyes
the moon was a milky white or did i imagine that too
i fantasized about the water

how does it feel to have your breath stopped short
derelict
blackened
silent annihilation

saccharine flavor from last week is distaste now
it broods around my tongue
but i desire it again

purple veins
uneven fingers

in the steady of my heart
it beats for abandon (i think)
i have nothing to say anymore
for my words are no better than the dirt i exploit on the ground

BENT SKIN

sugar in my mouth 
i close my eyes
red

crumbled paper in my fist
note reads: DATURA METEL

the devils trumpet blooms in my room 
i inhale in it's honeyed breath
i stare at the ceiling 

i push my tongue against my cheeks
sugar in my mouth
until morning
is this desire?

FLUSHED

can i tell you something?

there's days where i wished i'd never known you, but others where i want to be consumed by every vein that designs your body
i have to keep me to myself, because i feel like it's too sacred to spill myself over in just words
my thoughts stick close to my tongue, but never pours
but
then
i think about a world after me
the impressions i've left on the dirt as i walked
the salt of tears absorbed into pores of skin
who cares anyway? my brain loves this repetitive punishment
but i keep probing in my dreams


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reoccurring thoughts:
MOIST MORNING (i walked alone that day)
SULKED SOFT CHEEK (out of anxiety, i'd bite my cheeks until they bled)
HOW BLOOD VESSELS DILATE UNDER STRESS & EMBARRASSMENT UNDER THE SKIN

SILKED WHITE NIGHT

appled nose 
tipped pink
milked eyes glimmer
in the light that passes through the room

MY BODY COLLAPSES WHEN I THINK OF YOU 

i want the intensity of embarrassment 
i want the immensity of desire

the red neon light stains my skin as i walk past the EXIT sign
i want to abide by you, always (but i will never admit)

there is danger in this skin 
there is allure in your mouth
there are words i imagined but you've never said
there is death in your gait

he moved boundless like the night

LOVE is much bigger than my mind

WHY IS PAIN SO FASCINATING

I feel heat in my blood
i want to make sense of my internal appetite for complication
the alluring desire to sink in nerves that shake the skin
it's a mysterious thing
the lust to confuse
the dusky night brings seduction of a kind that i like
my fingers seep through and i feel like some kind of transposed mystic
petalled skin flushed a dusty purple but too sacred to touch
a soiled rose lays on the damp dirt
there is no end for my immense wanting for _____________

BRUISED PINK (lines hard to swallow out of & within context)

the burning weight
of being
sticks
to my gums

and lingers
in the
spit of my mouth