the air feels
electrified
as i stare up
at the ceiling
thinking about
all the new mistakes
we can make
the new
experience of
doing things
we have done
a million times
alone
now together
comparing
battle scars
as the sun
drags itself
across the sky
no one
can save us
from ourselves
but at least
now we have
someone
to be with
as the world
burns
to cinders
as we lay
in the grass
lost
with each other’s
breath
the only thing
on the tips
of our tongues
there is hell
buried deep
in my heaven
and baby,
your breath
trailing over my
earlobe
is a surefire way
to unlock
a door to perdition
in slow spirals
along your
inner thigh
but there is
heaven
just beneath
your hell
that calls to me
so clearly
i have never
wanted anything
more in my life
than to drown
in you
Amen to the drowning.. ❤
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absolutely
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Spectacular poem!
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Inner thigh, one of my favorite expressions in poetry
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one of my favorites in reality as well.
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