I am caught in the haze of you,
The delicate thorns of borealis
Swirling around you like magic.
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I am addicted to conceptualizing.
.
There is a drug in your gaze,
In eyes I have not yet met that
Will tear me apart, bone from flesh.
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And I crave the destruction of you.
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What can those broad hands do
To the finely sewn seams of my life
When they are intent on feasting?
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I want you to feast on my words.
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Hours pour between us, hot and needy,
Shifting into excessively thin glass
That aches to turn back to dust.
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Carve me open with your touch.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (4)
Muy caliente!
This is why you are a poet and I but a humble person dabbling in this beautiful art form.
I love the ebb and flow it really draws you in.
Ooooooo, that was fire. It had this pulse about it. This overwhelming of the senses. Loved it!