You taste like poetry. You taste like parts of you are falling apart, yet pulling themselves together. You taste like contradictions. You are contradictions.
This poem was written after I lost something dear to me. Her name is the title of this piece. We broke up, broke up, Fire and smoke, Who said we got along? We tore up, tore up, Rhythm to your blues, Who said we sang along? Memories burn, Silhouettes of us flicker, We divorced, Love [...]
these lips confess love affairs, the essence of other mistresses, of cocktails and magical nights, yet, yet you still love me? only broken chairs rock to broken records, i'm your favorite tune, let's rock n' roll to this broken jam, metaphorical noose around your neck, your love for me might be the rope you hang [...]
This is a public announcement to all the newly weds, the beloved, the couples. Cupid's dead. I never gave him a chance to say his last words; To that, I halfheartedly apologize. His bones, however, sing me to sleep at night. I curtained them over a window, and sometimes — just sometimes, the ambience of [...]
You must fear me, Then kiss me with your lonely, pristine lips. You must submit to me, Then kiss me with your lonely, pristine lips. You must please me, Then kiss me with your lonely, pristine lips. You'll be left only with the memory of your wetness, Of the split of your virginity, Of the [...]