soul, baby. soul

it’s almost complete. distance between falling apart

from whispering secrets, sequence you act non chalant

like, a purist in person. told you to stop kissing my heart

questioned why, choking back tears. au revoir

vous ne bronchez même pas quand je retire votre soutien-gorge

and it’s worthless. holding hands under jupiter star

deafening stare. kaleidoscopic. where we grew afar

or begun growing. to knowing it was doomed to begin with

congruent in interests. confusing indifference

acting as if you didn’t already know

marlboro rogue. leads in my chest. heart in my throat

it’s okay because, a month is barely a whisper

speaking sweet nothings with nobody to listen

I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

evolving into something without your permission

where’s the accomplice? bonnie with a gun to their clyde

are we only partners in crime when the love has subsided?

you threw me a bone. how oddly shakespearean

homeopathic dosage delirious

slowly becoming romeo through the experience

juliet, my rose, you told me not to pick flowers for you

to let them grow and die without interference from you

i slowly understood what you meant what you said

when you blinked once and said nothing in bed

trojan horse valentines gift. hold it close to your breast

let me invade you. while we both hope for the best

how to enjoy a private dinner, without making a noise

paris to my helen- keep kidnapping my voice

cross an ocean, fight the army waiting at troy

calloused rejoice. carry the spoils from my battle deployment

wearing a cast on the places you touched out of choice

colliding connection, copasetic, catharsis, caress.

coalescing conversations under our breaths

touching soil under toes. label it normal behavior

letting out guttural moans, sultry, fluttering. flavor

it’s okay. i get it. it’s just sand in the wind

to drinking from chalices any chance that we get

to get lost in inebriation, just to forget

how we treat each other when we kiss with our …..

my mother once said, my child you love without any condition

a gift i admire in you. it worried her sick

to be at arms with a lovelust, gun to your neck

shot glass throwback. wipe off the taste from my lip

barely consent to this insatiable tryst

listening to playlists, and the rain hit our heads

save me a seat. musical chair gallantry version

you were the last one standing when i asked myself who is your perfect

and who can touch you in ways you haven’t learned

also who is the single most dangerous person

and who gives you this doable courage

and to that, i add who is the only one that can hurt it

and then..

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