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punished
you are twisted up in the sheets next to me, the long of your back pressed against the side of mine, bare skin on bare skin. and each mole and dimple and freckle spattered across you is a punishment.
winged
o! o'er the clouds i follow the path of your destruction, the crashing of broken music and the screams of damned souls: a choir to your benevolence.
truth
the truth of it all is that there isn't an answer that you feel like hearing from me
flames
i watch as the very ends of you catch and burn, and smolder, and wonder if the flames feel as glorious, as freeing, as they look.
knock
there's a knock on the door, but i won't answer. your feet are tucked up against the back of my knees, cold toes pressing into the crease, and your breath is hot against the back of my neck. there's another knock, and another, but this time is for us.
startled
You were surprised when I told you my name, A half-smile inching across the planes of your face. You chuckled, Almost laughed, And when I asked you what was so funny, You said: "That's my name, too."
stalled
there is a truck parked on the side of the road not far from the old farmhouse where we used to meet its tires are slashed and its bright paint is peeling, rust creeping up its sides. it's like its waiting for something, or someone, patient through the rain and the snow, but no one ever comes or stops a moment just to look. i pass it every day, now on the way to work and it reminds me of you and how you're still waiting for me, too.
grasped
he grabbed you with his heavy hands as you grasped at the fringes of the thought that destroyed the two of you
growing
you have a love of growing things that i love to watch you hover over plant seedlings anxious until the little green stalks start to push out of the dirt you watch little children with jealous eyes and an honest adoration that would drive me mad if i didn't know that you look at me with that same bright hunger
salesman
you pull me in by the lips teeth sinking into tender flesh worrying it red i don't have time for this but i let you invite yourself in and lock the door behind you you're the best kind of salesman
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