She finds me with her gentle fire, marked flesh, and wary eyes.
I hear the cage of her beast rattle beneath her chest plate,
And her breath finds the air in serpents of smoke.
“You know nothing,” I remind her,
And as I lay myself between the earth and her body
She looks ravenous for knowledge.
The sky grows black as God shields his eyes.
The garden has a choice:
It may become an altar for our worship
Or it may burn.
I hold my sexuality in the hollow above my collarbone, a small pool of eroticism lapping at my clavicle. I hear the waves breaking in my ear, my tumultuous little sea .
I keep my spirituality in my hips, every gentle toss of my hipbone a silent hymn. When you grip them in your hands, can you hear them pray?
I capture my love between my teeth, a pill ready to be bitten in half, to saturate my bloodstream, to flood my mind. How high I can become off of it.
I feel you pounding on the inside of my skull. My wildest fantasies have grown into a wild din, begging for me to let them out.
Propriety calls me into his office and hands me my modesty.
‘Take two and call me in the morning.’
I am as soft as I am strong.
I am as mighty as I am infinitesimal, as gentle as I am tempestuous.
I am filled with serenity and brimming with passion.
I am a living contradiction, an incomprehensible dichotomy.
I am carbyne wrapped in satin.
I am silk over steel.
She finds me with her gentle fire, marked flesh, and wary eyes.
I hear the cage of her beast rattle beneath her chest plate,
And her breath finds the air in serpents of smoke.
“You know nothing,” I remind her,
And as I lay myself between the earth and her body
She looks ravenous for knowledge.
The sky grows black as God shields his eyes.
The garden has a choice:
It may become an altar for our worship
Or it may burn.
I hold my sexuality in the hollow above my collarbone, a small pool of eroticism lapping at my clavicle. I hear the waves breaking in my ear, my tumultuous little sea .
I keep my spirituality in my hips, every gentle toss of my hipbone a silent hymn. When you grip them in your hands, can you hear them pray?
I capture my love between my teeth, a pill ready to be bitten in half, to saturate my bloodstream, to flood my mind. How high I can become off of it.
I feel you pounding on the inside of my skull. My wildest fantasies have grown into a wild din, begging for me to let them out.
Propriety calls me into his office and hands me my modesty.
‘Take two and call me in the morning.’
I am as soft as I am strong.
I am as mighty as I am infinitesimal, as gentle as I am tempestuous.
I am filled with serenity and brimming with passion.
I am a living contradiction, an incomprehensible dichotomy.
I am carbyne wrapped in satin.
I am silk over steel.