there is a little bit of heartbreak, i think, in the way you look at me. my skin aches when our breaths lay hot and naked, entwined, soaked in something corrosive and deep red and intoxicating. it’s addictive, the way our love ferments: at once demanding everything of all our five senses. at once rescinding memories of all our past ruin. at once seducing every inch of our desperate need for an object of worship to devour as communion.
there is a little bit of heartbreak, i think, in the way your mouth surrenders to my skin, in the way my soft engulfs your hard, in the way everything melts in lustful consecration.
your eyes are redrimmed from too much wine.
my heart is bleeding from too much you.
the air is sticky from too much us.
our veins are leaking; there is too much blood.