I want you in my bed now, with the window wide open. and the sun beating down on your brown skin. I want your hair out of that rubberband like your fathers before you.
I want your lungs on fire, your lips burned from green leaves and pink tongues.
I will paint your sickness on my breasts of lonliness.
I have loved your face in a past life of deserts and gun powder. I once kissed your eyelids shut forever. your smeared warrior painted face is carved onto my hands.
your hands are too familiar for me not to stare. your body is too familiar not to want.
my aztec king has reincarnated once more into my heart.
crystal light blinds my thoughts.
smoke curls into my lungs.
you will reign once more in my spreading thighs....
a week until the end of chances.
13 years ago
1 comment:
...wow...
that gave me goose bumps.
girl you need to be published!
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