mouthonfire

I press the heels of my palms against the closed lids of my eyes And in the darkness, I see fireworks of red and purple and yellow trails of light dancing, tracing circles and jagged splotches Beyond my hands, there's a sunset, there's wind, there's cars passing by, children looking both ways, and trees that give no shade. I hide behind my hands because I can't let anyone see how moved I am by your absence. How removed I am from the ongoing reality that surrounds me. The only reality that I want is the two of us, together, for periods longer than I'd care to admit. Cause when we're together, I get lost in the langua

How easily does the velvety darkness fold me in to swallow me and devour me. The memories of a day burnt away dying winding me up on a spool to use for the thread of my puny existence. He comes to me in a gust in a breath. A warmth so subtle, so soft, spreading like fire, slow fire drizzling down over my arms and legs. His love is righteous. His or Her, Whomever. The Holy Whomever, Whatever. Energy soothing like a balm, steady like atumn rain, falling down to cool overheated aural bodies. Sometimes when there's thunder in the distance, it reminds me of your eyes. Sometimes I hope we can still fix what's be

This is the last dance This is the last call I'm going to give you One for the road And even if I miss your skin Miss melting against your skin Miss holding you against my skin This is my last dedication When you pull away ( Please don't pull away ) It is a hot razor Across the skin of my belly "Probably not" You said "probably not" Two simple words stole the breath from my lungs And I can't fucking breathe! Since breathing, for me, only happened when I held my breath and kissed you I kissed you so many times. Please tell me. Please tell me what you're even doing here, if not to love me Finally. Yeah, the fuckin

You looked into my dresser drawer and you counted You counted the condoms in that dresser drawer and compared the number to the ones that you counted the last time you were here Something's coming up short I know you're smart and you know I'm smart and maybe its my way of saying fuck you for every time you leave me after you fuck me. 'Cause I aint your girlfriend Your name isn't written on this I know you want to so bad and you know I want you to so bad So tell me why can't we get our shit together and do this? I know you can't stand to think of some other's hands on my pretty round, brown thing That some oth

Hypnotic tranquilize mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the LORD and he moves among the five-leaved thieves of the herb patch, next to the parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Are you going to Sativa Fair? Thine eyes are a webbing of red that crackle across glossy milk white surfaces that wait for the Visine Rain that sometimes comes to this region of the body this year Oh when, when will it rain goody goody gum drops and blow pops and blow jobs that turn golden knobs of the doors of those jobs in the world of white slobs Cause you and me, baby we may never tell if the lights in the night sky are UFO's or