Sometimes when I outline your lips in the remnants of a winking sun, I’m reminded of a dripping icecream cone.The ones that melt in streams down hills of frantic fingers and seem to flow from infinity.
Sometimes when our mess becomes unbearable, the sweetness lapsing into grimness, we use our tongues to mend the ripples we produced. We circle and re-circle, pivoting and curving around the softest parts of each other until we reveal that restless weakness.
Sometimes, we don’t care. we chase each other beyond the bounds of structure and pool together as if to mock the cold ;there is freedom in fluidity. We become an alagamate of potential we never knew we possessed, bypassing obstacles to bleed into one another to create a new substance. Some call it love.
And sometimes, when I silently remember you and icecream cones, I only taste bold chocolate and hinting vanilla. It’s simpler to savor the black and whiteness of your kisses.
you can engage my sincerity
when I lift my heart towards you and tell you in a million years it’ll be less than dust
the slightest gust will blow it away
but you’ll have to listen to wind chimes say that you’re still the one I’m waiting for.
Rush into me
I taste fear, it resembles candied blood.