I want to see him even when i don’t….
Running my fingers through sunlight,
and i wonder if i could make the darkness
rise, see it in his eyes, and just for a moment he
becomes mine…..
Would he turn gold, be bold, cross that
line, hope to die?….
Dreams come and we misbehave,
Tasting, touching for the first time
in time slips….
I want him intravenously, bleaching
my veins as I go insane….
HIM…on my lips in secret…..
Slow, low, on the go….
Can’t catch a breath, could
bleed to death….
Veins locked, balloon mocks….
Bruised, snoozed, i need some
clues…..
Can’t go deep, no need to weep,
trying to play for keeps in my
heart….beats…..
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*Street art i found on Pinterest
I laugh in fangs, could I be insane, too
vain?
Tongue tasting tips, dips to my lips….
Will you watch as your jaw drops?
Wondering if you would be next to
drop dead or i could be in your head….
Inside out, the witch’s mouth….
I see to believe in almond meows,
lifting my brows….
Stirring, stirring, adding my blues,
rainbow hues….
Nails attached, tipping my hat,
my legs in tow I cursey you know….
My lips twitch in red webs, sinister
dreads….
Care to weave some spells to show
and tell?
*Picture taken from Pinterest*
PoeticDarkness 