brighter than sunshine: this orangey glow

in that space of time that exists between too much hard alcohol and the sweet juice that isn’t really mine. I realize that this isn’t about what’s mine and what’s yours. this isn’t about possession. it’s about this crushing feeling that makes me want to drink you down in one hard fast long shot. savor the taste of you on my tongue in the way that spelling the word restaurant makes me shudder, wait, stop and ask for approval. it’s about the d chord. the only secret of me you’ve ever held between your teeth. like the angry growl of a hungry dog. nothing happens by accident. or the fact that you’re the only man who’s ever made me cry—in that way that was only an extreme sport of joy and pain—and laugh at the very same instant. even only your voice makes me shudder. sapphire salivation on the rocks. you’re the only person i’ve ever devoured with my mouth in entirety. in a way that shouted—this love won’t wait—for words. it’s only in the physical apparition of the movements of the world that make you sparkle with the evidence of this luster. head to toe.

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