pushed forward with such intensity that passion can't help but ooze from the fissures in yr flesh &i struggle to keep up. heaving lungs, leaving nothing to the imagination, lying face down on cement pillow faces. firecrackers set sail, contorting faces and obscuring obsidian graces. eyes wide in wonder, a reverent gesture to unholy acts and split second distractions.

lipstick on collars everywhere, fumbled phone numbers on shaking hands. sour essence of three nights straight resting on this soiled tongue. split personalitles &split puncuation wasted &hours spent crying at three am on a saturday night. take me back. take me back. i'll fold you into me ten times better.

i'd love it, though, if i knew who you were.