Sticky Sweet Delirious
look here boy.
the sky is splitting into secret strawberry strands
to stand in the afterglow of your love makes me a nauseous jittery glittery girl
in the way that something beautiful always makes my stomach honeycomb knot, eyes glaze with the superfluous notion
that somehow all the rights might be crawling up the insides of my thighs stretching around & swarming insidious hips
that forget to breathe without you.
here boy. come.
let's tuck ourselves into astronimical delusion reinvent widespread intoxication
spread wide and become
sticky sweet delirious here in the afterbirth
of us. |