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I think I'm going to the mall tomorrow with Erin, now that I actually have money to spend.
Who knows.
Since I have nothing to talk about, I'm going to be lame and post a poem. Yay.
Constellation
Teeth bared. Knuckles clenched.
The torrid face of dawn
twisted in the grip of lunar cesspools,
bound by fuzzy neon handcuffs
and mounted by an aggressive comet.
Candles alight and swimming
in the glistening haze of a twilight rendezvous
as we dance, intertwined
underneath the blanket of a bruised sky.
Living out the fantasy we once defied.
Lips ghosting your flushed collarbone...
teasing, nibbling, withdrawing anticipation
from the claustrophobic web
that had clung to our fears for so long
and dissolved the blacklight.
Who knows.
Since I have nothing to talk about, I'm going to be lame and post a poem. Yay.
Constellation
Teeth bared. Knuckles clenched.
The torrid face of dawn
twisted in the grip of lunar cesspools,
bound by fuzzy neon handcuffs
and mounted by an aggressive comet.
Candles alight and swimming
in the glistening haze of a twilight rendezvous
as we dance, intertwined
underneath the blanket of a bruised sky.
Living out the fantasy we once defied.
Lips ghosting your flushed collarbone...
teasing, nibbling, withdrawing anticipation
from the claustrophobic web
that had clung to our fears for so long
and dissolved the blacklight.