Bold, aware,
a jewel that in my eyez that glows and sparkles
I can't seem to reflect her beauty in photography
she is more beautiful than technology can capture.
I watch her eyez tell me bittersweet truths,
butterscotch nothings.
Her lips are fruit
melting in sugarjuice
I lunge at her mouth
devour her scent, her tongue slick,
kissing until the world fades away
my words that press against my teeth
escape into her neck.
Her hands are bold
Her touch is aware
I can feel it everywhere
through the air
I watch her chest rise and fall
a rhythm i control,
her heart that i hold in my palms
those shameful confessions that spill onto the floor,
harmful memories that have been stored
inside this whole time
i carry them for her,
raid the closets for the skeletons,
and they are familiar
like blood is, like genetics
the stories have been laid out,
millions of pages to read.
I know them all already.
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