(oct 5)
rich, freckled, moon baby
i wonder in my head
what you'd look like with
swollen lips
underneath the beaches of cyprus
oh how i wish i could
conspire the idea
to reality.
nymphs went skinny-dipping
on the amazonian river
in your eyes
without me
and found nirvana in
your claws of ardent
and redemption
towards others you've
treated unfairly.
overheating my dour cheeks
and calling it a shade of
revival stars in blush palette form
as it cruises in lewd
seashell-pink
skins of
his true beloved
(not me)
as i blink my tears
into salvation
and go back to the flaccid realm
i've created in my brain
two years ago
when my first lover
crumpled my paper heart
in halves.
but even though
you are here being callous and
malicious to those
who've did nothing but
kiss your feet
i can't help but imagine
what it would be like
if you turned out to be the person
my fantasies have been hoping for.
imagining the
lime words that would emit
from that skull cave of yours
how your cynical hands would
give me serenity
when you would grip my waist
and wash away
all the repulsiveness of everyone
just by your body's warmth coursing
through my own
and lips
conjoining once again
after haven't seeing each other for
a whole day.
how nice it would've been
if i could just imagine
how nice it would've been
if it could've just came true.
race me to the summit of the ocean,
mother
bet you couldn't catch up to me
before i take away
the oxygen from my lungs
and share it to dolphins
that swim by
atlantis
while holding my breath
to almost saying "kiss me"
to the grim boy i'd set my mind
to admire.
