Mob Boss
February 4th, 2015, 07:16 PM
I watch him pour flammable words onto
my lips.
They are lacquered in his culture
then lit.
I burn
as we make love until
the white and grey matter in our brains
swirl.
And everything inside drips out of our ears
except the braille of scars and moles on our velvet skin
and the skipping soundtrack of breathlessness.
We kiss the corner of each other's mouths;
pins in the smiles love put there.
He tangles a fact in my hair that is the most important of all,
"I'm so far gone".
my lips.
They are lacquered in his culture
then lit.
I burn
as we make love until
the white and grey matter in our brains
swirl.
And everything inside drips out of our ears
except the braille of scars and moles on our velvet skin
and the skipping soundtrack of breathlessness.
We kiss the corner of each other's mouths;
pins in the smiles love put there.
He tangles a fact in my hair that is the most important of all,
"I'm so far gone".