naked, at the window.
watching the Cold turn silver to grey like march to april,in the month of december.
i'm falling off my bed to eat the moist earth
to drink it up with honey.
keep your head, tay, keep your head a le matin.
my head to relics, because my heart had unprotected sex; because my heart senses more than air, more than words, more than breath caught in modesty, more than all the empty truths and lies you swallowed, more than eyes run in panic, so so much more than uncomfortable comfort. my world, it spins for him. i feel like a lightening bolt, striking myself to death with all the light i want to expose for him. to drown him in...my heart,mind, i want them bitten, by him they need his love lotion like the old door that makes a fracturing noise in the spell-silenced library. he tastes like sky. his voice makes my heart pulse in my chest and toes, inside i tickle and shiver. we belong together like Coldplay playing in a yellow BMW. like ripe tomato absorbing salt; we become one,as i close my eyelids, in the view behind them,we touch the sun. this need, zahir , is suffocating, like earth floating in a shell. i want to settle down, i can't find the right tongue to give you a visual of how uncomfortable i feel as moon and sun try to dictate my mind state..i'd let them if i could.
i can't self actualize.
i can't do many things.
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