june

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                                      it was june
sticky residue of ripe succulent nectarines crushed to pulp with weeping watermelon sap trickling down bruised elbows / milky banana scents seeping through cracked smile lips of dripping vanilla ice cream / you hated vanilla but god you were ravenous when you drank from her sweet honeyed lips intoxicated belly full eyes closed in sun drenched lust

                                    it was june
moist raspberry tongues spurting melancholy euphoria love / your fingers meld perfectly against the gaps of hers the sun would weep liquid gold in rose tinted glasses with honeysuckles french kissing the curves of her spine / missing six broken ribs to wedge a garden full of flowerets tulips daffodils blushed cherry blossoms.

                                     it was june
strings of colourful words melting cotton candy skies tasting the sickly sweet rot of caramelised taffy / she hated it but you force fed her until the only words she uttered were glacé cherries and fleshy candied fruit / "to die will be an awfully big adventure" you hum but she does not hear it

                                      it was june
kissing a marlboro cigarette petals frolic with wisps of smoke dancing under the brush of your fingertips tracing collarbones / lungs charred sweet with seared asters and rosy flushed skin hands limp with red wine buried in pores / dreamy in a land of fairies coughs of withered petals you fall asleep the marlboro is still scorching

                                      it was june
two lovers entwined not knowing where one started and the other finished flesh fused in tragedy scattered ash rose daffodils / and lips frozen in time blue like delphiniums periwinkles moon lilies with smiles oozing of nostalgia the stars cease to exist in their eyes dead like pluto

and i guess thats how people scorch to death on mahogany sofas
for no one knew the legend except for me
(you)
and the couple with burning flowers in their lungs

"to die will be an awfully big adventure" they thought
but it was a lie

it was june
and they were dead.

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