eros

the dancing of fingertips over delicate skin

heat fights the chill in this war that we're in

short gasps for air, so awake and alluring

melting within this disease we are curing

the fire's ignited, and we're burning alive

perfect explosion of passion and drive

lust whispers sweet nothings into love's pretty ear

secret admiration of loving touches so dear

desire

angel most fair with eyes so vivid and full of green and gold and blue

and your smile that sings a tune no one could ever transpose

you're my muse

the song that i'll always sing off key

always forgetting the last verse

just a harmony sans the melody without you

echoing in the halls of empty bedrooms and kitchens

longing for your voice

angel most fair with lips so softly teaching gentleness and passion

and your sigh that captivates the most frigid of souls

you're my heart

the joy that i'll always yearn for

always just a bit out of reach

just a love story sans the happy ending without you

delaying the eventuality of tragedy or horrors ahead

longing for your kiss

oh, sweet angel kisses

ethereal

Her imagination brings her to ethereal places,

warm summer raindrops on beautiful faces.

She makes quite the mess, then erases the traces,

magic erasers in gentle embraces.

The heart that's secured and tied up in laces

can't be held back from the love that it chases.

And oh, how it races.

stained

Mostly just darkness, where did the shine go?

It's somewhere, it's somewhere, it's somewhere, I know.

Reach deep inside, where the roses still grow.

Where the thorns prick your fingers and the blood drips slow.

Puckered lips to the wound will make it all better.

But kisses can't erase red on the new, white sweater.

Bleach and soaps and swirling suds,

can't wash away all the blood.

Time to buy a new blouse to replace the old.

Time to give up this stain and the torment it holds.

Mostly just darkness, where did the shine go?

It's somewhere, it's somewhere, it's somewhere, I know.

thesaurus

the white fan keeps on oscillating 'cause it's an oscillating fan.

just a fancy word for rotate, created by a man.

the air breathes my way, a nice way of saying blows.

the words we use are pretty so no one really knows...

...about the reality of heat, without the fan to keep us neat.

suffocating

Slow and blues with a heavy bass and not enough elongated pauses between sentence fragments trapped together and begging for escape from their too lengthy phrases.

-can't breathe.

Beautiful and messed up and sorry and excited and she forgot what she was writing about but she doesn't care anymore because it's just writing and not some show.

-can't breathe.

Sunsets outside her window but her blinds are closed and she's not planning on opening them for anyone today except for maybe him but she knows he's not coming.

-can't breathe.

Clothes cover her floor and they're mostly clean but some are dirty and she can't remember which ones so she just just leaves them all there and wears what's in the closet.

-can't breathe.

Soft red and pinks from the roses on her blanket feel smooth on her skin and she smells them and she doesn't think they smell like roses but she can't remember what roses smell like.

-can't breathe.

-can't breathe.

-can't.

-brea...

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