Saturday, October 4, 2008

lap it up, sink, devour

cat eyes (and candy-coated fangs)

under the beads of sweat and crystal and blue flicker
of light, we moved, we danced,
we fell.
you in your obsidian beads and crushed velvet pants,
pale skin luminous, glowing,

i traced lines around your lips on the floor of your
room, pucker up baby, show me a smile,
our hair made out of the same bottles, staining the
tile around the sink,
droplets of blue and black,

he circled around you, then me, in the pace and
demeanor of saints and death, crashing stars,
we drove there singing in unison, voices raised and
lit up, bottle of absinthe in between your legs,
green goblins of fire, lap it up, sink,

there was so much passion in the most mundane words,
the music sweeping in wafts of colour around us,
pulse racing, too much of everything,

but no one would remember, crossed out names in the
sand, made up aspirations, titles,
yet we have the same mark on our backs, the napkins
and paper mache, i still smell your flavours,
tongues twitching and trailing our souls,

years have dwindled away, and these are just hidden
embers of time, decay, but i hold them up to my
ears, hear their stories, close my eyes, feel the
and the light again, reflecting off your sway,

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