Deep Breathes
In perfect love and perfect trust…
Speak not of sin, but of flesh. Bodies were never meant to be empty so the gods created souls and spirits. Speak of flesh. Never sin…
When you bring your head to my pussy altar,
when your cum fills my mouth,
when the candle on my desk blows out,
when my nails dig deeper into your back,
when the stupid SoundCloud audio makes the music unbearably loud,
And we laugh it off,
when our eyes roll back into our heads,
what have we gotten ourselves into?
We’ve forged our bond in sin and sealed it with a deadly kiss.
You give me forlorn looks and it cuts deep into crevices of my soul.
You hint at the future and then lay your head on my chest while you go on and on about how nothing is ever constant and change is inevitable and in your voice, I can hear the swirling anxiousness within you crave stability.
And so you lay your head on my chest
and my heart opens its door because in this new chapter of life,
taking a jump forward makes all the difference.
When you call me ‘babe’- when you ask to hear my voice,
When all you want to do is run away,
And I’m here…
When you tell me to ask you anything,
when the sun reaches its peak and glistens on our coconut oiled bodies,
when I can no longer hear the birds cawing through the parking lot,
nor hear the cars buzz by,
Cuz in the vortex we’ve created where it’s just you and I,
what have we gotten ourselves into?
When you stayed the night,
in perfect love and perfect trust
I begged the gods and powers at be to hear me clearly:
“I refuse another dagger to the heart. Let there be no more sacrifices of this soul.
Brittle and broken, we can only take so much of the same pain.”
See love is never something that just dies,
not completely,
not willingly,
not naturally.
No…
The love I gave, I thought I would never get back.
And one day I will restore what’s been stolen from me,
but until then here we are.
Stuck in the middle between
diving deep into an ocean of risks
and staying uncomfortably boring.
You and I. Like a candle flame in the dead of night when all is silent.
You and I, two empty cups, looking to be full.
You and I,
grow completely with thicker roots that punch holes into mother Earth,
yet last thousands of years.
Call me ‘babe’ and I’ll leave a million messages just for you.
And when you come back, I’ll be here.
my chest ready to collect your sorrows and scars.
Babyboy I’m here for you.
Speaking always of our beautiful mangled flesh.
Dreaming always of you…
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