she bleeds in many skins
his name undresses her
his tongue slips between clenched teeth
(think of lunch, painted nails, and
wild raspberries)
cant feel her
but feeds
takes the warm milk from her breasts
washes himself
in the name of the father
a son
and holy suburbia
her bare legs
bend like bows
wrap around him
make him a gift
and the giving echoes in her
cut-deep rouge and bruised lips
deep hips rolling like hallelujah
and skin burning
(think of lunch, painted nails, and
wild raspberries)
________________________________________
after taste
sway your body to the moon with me
he scrawled across the bathroom mirror
in lipstick
red
as the tiny cinnamon hearts
we devoured
held them
on our tongues
until
we had
to
bite
the burn
still on my tongue
in his mouth
Remember:
swayed to my knees
a sultry syncopation
beneath flannel sheets
the window is open
night our field
my body
arched
becomes a river
in moonlight
his name undresses her
his tongue slips between clenched teeth
(think of lunch, painted nails, and
wild raspberries)
cant feel her
but feeds
takes the warm milk from her breasts
washes himself
in the name of the father
a son
and holy suburbia
her bare legs
bend like bows
wrap around him
make him a gift
and the giving echoes in her
cut-deep rouge and bruised lips
deep hips rolling like hallelujah
and skin burning
(think of lunch, painted nails, and
wild raspberries)
________________________________________
after taste
sway your body to the moon with me
he scrawled across the bathroom mirror
in lipstick
red
as the tiny cinnamon hearts
we devoured
held them
on our tongues
until
we had
to
bite
the burn
still on my tongue
in his mouth
Remember:
swayed to my knees
a sultry syncopation
beneath flannel sheets
the window is open
night our field
my body
arched
becomes a river
in moonlight
and....*slides coffee over*
thank you...
is it, I dunno, kinda schizophrenic to respond to my own journal...
these are the questions that haunt us...
*chin slips off mug...bounces on desk*