i met my peace in your bottle of dreams
on a high from the song you sing
your lips taste like cherry wine
and your eyes read my mind
but how can you read a dead language
and how can you
still love me baby
take me till my lungs give out
from the edge of the eclipse
like the sun your eyes are piercing
and your heart is my desire
your love is like a comet
just a wish until i want it
your love is like a comet
oh cause i want it
break your wings
on this porcelain ground
sweat on the pavement
we won't swim we'll drown
sleep until the sky
opens up again
I'll never get that high
I'll never get that right
treat for the damascene
like babes on the moon
we're killing it over
just a bit too soon
twinkle the keys of my heartbeat
till your knuckles go white
take me so far away
it'll be dawn before we meet the night
break your jaw on solid air
your teeth cut through
a peach till it turn to bleed
call me a bitch and leave
wax wings in the scene
i'll never know you that well
I'll never get that high
get that right
god in a trembling hand
prayers in barred teeth
love in the fire
sweet rum from god child's blood
like a fire of Alexandria
knowledge will die by hand of man
until god protects us once more
his love like trembling heads
bleed upon me
scarlet flags wrapped round your throat
washed out in the sweat
your heart could be only mine
meet me on a landslide
and wrap your arms around
what's left of me
what's left of love this time around
i met peace at the end of you
the ripped tears of you
into the palm of god
i met the end of it all
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
