White blotches spurt
Out of ripped jeans, torn sleeves, some faded blues.
Where have you gone?
Did you slithered up the nape of the neck?
Noticed those widowed bangs drooping
Over the fall of your shirt.
Breathing cracked air, moistened words
As they seep out the rose lips.
Heavily hoping that your buttons won’t catch wind
Or the dribble of fallen eyes
Won’t you talk to me?
Speak raspy breathes into my ears,
Wet words into my lips.
Your bitter lip gloss seething,
Lathering slowly.
I want to choke you
With desire.
Watch your spit filled tongue
Turn turquoise blue, get locked in your vulva
And get spit out again.
You keep killing me.
Keep kissing me with salt and gloss.
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