We lay,
on November patches of scorpion stingers where words match action and love is measured in pain.
No questions asked,
just tomorrow
and I owe you laugh lines,
for tomorrow may never come again.
I'm pacified with venom.
Tell me how many more spirits you've killed this way.
There's no question why I'll grow numb to heartfelt touches gestured at my spine.
He holds me like he knows me,
like I've been there,
made from the follicles in his arms.
And I can't figure out if the chemistry is meant or paralyzed to calculate fate.
State of mind,
you've captured my mind.
I am convinced in the destiny we behold like Bible scriptures created in each others image.
But even then pages have been lost.
Hearts ripped out of the back of backs.
And I respond,
"love always hurts, that's why language is beautifully ugly."

Never have you questioned my breaths, just the breaks... you say the silence makes you lonely.
"Biting the tongue hurts baby, so I hold breaths to stay above water."
I died once,
holding breathes until mistakes would love me.
Love me?
We be... I be... echoed
Controlled and chaotic.
Failed and conquered.
Love to hate.
Full stay empty.
Not making sense.
And I promise you star dust upon glass eye lids.
Blink mercy on my lips.
We kiss differently than textbooks, but read Genesis in horizontal directions.
Named me poetry under neon green and electric blue,
but fire burns in Persian slanted eyes.
Slanted
you sit
slanted
and ordained
increasing encrypted erogenous orgins.

How did we get here?
I can't remember, just know the sting.

...to be continued...

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