let’s taste it darling put our passion together and paint red across the sky as you recount those same spells against my skin until we can’t tell day from night winter from spring that velvet tongue of yours could roll across me in waves of cashmere light me up like July’s sovereignty…
You were born from the tips of a butterflies compass Systematic members that form a figure eight as you take flight But you are paper thin So thin darling We can all see right through you To the spear that’s engraved into that heart of yours You would have thought it…
Sweet words line your lips they’re laced with saccharine that feels like molasses as it goes down I become entrapped You’ve always had it in you that sick thrill Your eyes would turn crimson the same color my cheeks would I began to fall for that sting Your…
It sounded like a calm day on the shore wind rushing rustling hair the color of classic films you’d feed me with breakfast at Tiffany’s serenade the moon to me with bits of passion I blush the same color as the setting sky and melt with you It was the color of…
She kisses like an artist would Meticulous with bits of the raging sea etched onto her tongue It would lap away at me just like that sand and I could almost taste it When she would hover above me Only she would be able to distinguish which notes to…
Her voice used to sound like a finely tuned violin Violent strips of Rachmaninov that we used to try and chose all night Those strings came up unmatched when she would laugh It always amazed me how easily beauty came to her as if she kept it in her back pocket A…
My fingers were beaten grey and gold the same color of my bruises that you would prod at You would feed them to me with spoonfuls of honeyed phrases they stung like a bee I would get caught up in it My throat would stick closed Eyes faintly drooped as if you…
Have you ever been in love? It’s terrible isn’t it? It grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go until you’ve succumbed to the suffocating feeling It takes and takes Until there’s absolutely nothing left the same way you’ve started You’ve fallen in love with that idea …
It was crying outside Thick balls of cotton stuffed with grey weeping and weeping I tried to reach out and touch those tears but all it did was add to my own
That red hurts my eyes Blindingly passionate a touch of edacity It sticks to you like those little insects inside of a web A web full of lies Until you get eaten up and dissolved Becoming one with that rapacious desire
Éloa 