love me between the folds of lace that bunch around my hips in the apex of heat surrounding my weak knees. love me with a spitfire mouth covered in bruised, fermented blackberries with liquid dripping down my throat tasting of red wine left to boil under a midday sun. love me infinitely in the vineyard of crushed velvet tongues and watered down cantaloupe. love me in the ache of a hollowed cherry pit, juices sliding as my back attempts to stifle the tremors of an earthquake your hands create.
love me always. one day I will remember what it felt like to be so willing to be consumed by an open mouth.
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Poetryto the boy who wanted nonfiction but who I gave poetry to. these are poems I never gave to you. All rights reserved © 2017 immortalitatis- cover by my lovely friend @hurtcopain
