I want the extras
Cheeky smile in the morning,
Black florals on your skin,
Tongue in my mouth that isn’t mine,
Hold me in your grace,
Sing deep silence in my neck, let it become moans you cherish,
Your voice flows in my blood, makes me an angel with no bones.
it’s not necessarily original to mix bottom with top, highs with dirty lows
low lifes mingling with the oh so holy
angels full of holes
my body will one day feed the flies and in them perhaps my atoms will gain buzzing height
Volcanic ash layers up to form blackened earth in which things grow eventually.
When you feel unloved,
let the wind run through your fingers and wash away that notion that you are unworthy.
I think of you often and love you with a sincerity that is out of character.