hovering with the wasps
and the viscid heat
beading my skin into points of release
serpents who remember
the temptation
that found its first breath
over their forked tongues
coil inside my wasted flesh
fruitlesss...
as I wear your scent like
something sacred
oddly still against the pane
the sweetness of
so many moments remembered
have I taken you for granted, love?
our time, it passes
as swiftly and unnoticed
as our youth
the mournful breath of fate
has begun to haunt me as I sleep
if I could drink us in
draw blood and bone close enough
to make a promise to your soul
that I know this flesh can't keep
our laughter one day to become
nothing more than smiles
suspended behind glass
I fear a lifetime isn't long enough
to love you
smoking nude at 10am
watching the district come to life
trying to remember who it was
I thought I could be here
smell and sound of the city
bending all around me
as I wait for inspiration
time is fucking with me again
and my rushing head
draws nothing but ashes
and stale laughter
but my breath can't draw full measure
I feel the shame of you in my blood
so easy to forget my good intentions
when you look at me directly
do you know what you're asking with
those pretty hands
how could I begin to
tear you from beneath my skin
the truth between us
has become graceless
yet still my will collapses
selling me to pleasure
I don't want to understand
the nature of this mess we're in
does it matter
the salt of your sweat
of my tears
...close enough