puppydawgkilla

You are blood across your mouth and I am the knees knocking thinking about your teeth breaking. My pillows keep these thoughts of you in plumes. The light by my bedside brights your squints and sleepy the other black and jags box your eyes as you talk of snow. When you were gone I saw you in my bedroom yarn-- the brown beige green and gold bold, so rich your face stains, you think So rich in your face stains, I think as my pillow cases do. The last time I was happy I was laying down and so I lay down more. Then you are the blood across my mouth and I breathe better. I remember how wet my lips became and in pain, laughing. The intrepid e

I tasted the Sun and spun it on my fingertip Spicy cinnamon and raw lips Prickly whispers and soft secrets a nebulous, I know. I licked it with a tainted tongue I charred my tonsils, every bone set aflame: we were kids. Too close. Too bright. My eyes squinted shut tight. Pressing together, my heart stings, and yearns all at once and the ocean pours out of my mind. Reminiscently together: Still burning still intertwining knuckles. and how? To chirp at the sight of morning sky. To sleep with the wind and blow the moon away.

Farewell, my sweet bird Now that you’ve planted doubt in my mind I got a belly full of brew and sweet dreams to look forward to Or nothing at all.

i want to write you a letter (that with each tail of a "t" and the dot of an "i" makes it better and better and then tickles the tiniest ventricle of the softest part of your heart, rests in the dirtbed of a nail, notices the smallest flame flicker in your eyes' peripherals). hold (you nightly in the pit of my arm and mold my fingers to the crook that robs the head of your shoulders, be the first dab of a shadow to a pupil's window and let you wear) me well. I want my DNA to plant itself inside you (a smell that whistles the tiniest faint of help The first drop dripping that gets the pleasure of burying itself into the salt of your skin A

remember that time i loved you? do not say yes. it is still very so evidently present- tense.

I remember this day i was sad. i remember this. day, i was. sad. i. remember this, day. i was sad.

to comment on my inside of me as it is common knowledge as the sky is blue and so is the ocean, and i kiss you lightly on the pores of your oily forehead and declare you my favourite the caterpillars of these mountain top turn quite and quiet and they feel like the fur of a soft animal we kiss the breeze unwillingly but desiring nothing better, these kisses like razors dulled to tufts of down and we sail down while you tell me it’s okay and it is so we are the strings of a violin with resin residually telling us stories of when the sun did not know if it was setting or rising because it didn’t matter until we named it so we na

i will sleep where we huddle our bodies warming in colder proximity we forget discomfort as we try to sleep our eyes say nothing happened but then they had retired for the evening we’ll never admit it and i yell it at the rooftop i will sleep where we huddle our bodies warming in   colder proximity we forget discomfort as we try to sleep our eyes say nothing happened but then they had retired for the evening we’ll never admit it and i yell it at the rooftop i will. sleep where we huddle our bodies warming: in colder proximity: we forget discomfort! as we try to sleep, our eyes say nothing happened. but then, th

This is the part where I call you the Earth. It sits right on top of my stomach like a chicken nesting, caresses the inside of my breast in my left chest and it feels alright. How your hair tickles and your giggles sniffle, and it feels alright. Clothes matter cloths and masks beats pumping, but the inside of my backside hops in pogoform, we are a being of something uniform, inside and around the sides, intertwine, we lean and sigh. This is the part where I call you Yellow. We decided on daffodils from a story about being one genius. "Synonymous," we said and blew into the dead air, to bring life to a wind to send it a