strawberry lips
sink teeth deep into me
whispering secrets into moss covered hiding places
where velvet springs forth from innocent spaces
to allure me down
down
down
further down, still.
to a place where grass plays with my bare feet,
where i didn't know the dew would ever taste so sweet and
god,
i think i could die
here.
leave my legacy on your lashes,
bruises on your branches
still green from the springtime, my careless mind said you'd still be mine
but i could see the lights from the no-vacancy sign
that you hung in your eyes while my heart hung to dry
like a secret, kept in cotton mouths.
slowly drying out.
while the lazy sun turns everything to dusty caramel --
uncomfortable.
i.
bake bricks. make dreams.
wait impatiently for the rain to wash the silent crimson stains
that scream your name
so loud.
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