My muscles are coiled
The delicious tension warming the skin
You never knew you could make love to a space heater
Music from a red room bleeds and pools in green sheets
I twist greedily in the sound
Stretching and contracting
Targets are acquired and locked
With anticipation for ammunition
Bones scattered and obliterated
With every ragged scream
Melting from fingertips, licking through my hair like flames
The springs beneath the skin tremble in preparation
Soundtracks of restless breaths travel through my lungs
Between the silences
My chest rises and falls with every beat
Filled with your notes
Black floors soak sweat like a mattress
Vampires crowd in the yellow lights
We drink deeply and die
1 comment:
Beautiful. I demand an update to this blog!!! I've been your follower for a couple of weeks and nothing, nada, no new material! What, do you think you can excuse yourself because you're busy or something? Because you have two little beebees and a husband to take care of? Because you work? Who do you think you are? I DEMAND NEW MATERIAL!!!
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