Grey

 

Some things are hard to write about; in any way I never worded it out the way I wanted it to.

 Do sane people trace a stranger’s face they met only twice? In seldom touches and shadows of glimpses. But the extraordinary does not writ to be measured in time.

 Vows in your teeth, that I sip and sip. Your silence speaks to me; it longed for a sacredness that was caged in depth. Bit by bit she lets herself be corrupted; I knew you bore the itch.

Vanities and hunger, was it all we craved? Do we slave for the abstract, like any law; living submits. You made peace with an oath, repulsing a ‘sin.’

I twirled and flirted; we kissed and fought. Blue is the warmest color, and my lips fever fire.

She carved my hips, like I’m something holy. Stranded and seduced, I wish to be remembered with a little bit of entropy and a lot of intimacy.

Swallow me like the sun, like I smell like your signature scent. I rally to live deep, rooted in one’s radiant eyes and blissful soul.

Women are born fond and abyss, hunger by obsession.

I wish, I wish.