I still feel the echoes of your friction.
The sound of fiction.
Your fingers in my brain
Feeding my contradictions.
How many times I had you in my belly all chewed up?
Your words all skewed up
Poking on sticks
The fatty pump you blew up
Remember when we used to be all texted up?
High on dopamined lines
Footprints and notes in close circle
The nails in my coffin
My nails in your thick skin
While your body sinks on mine
Skin to skin,
You crept up like a sin…
…in my mind
Penny for your thoughts…
Or is it a dime?
Above my thighs lays your crescent
Your face held high
Fills up my frame
Locks of brown hair,
My hands locked tight on your crown,
In your voice, notes of caffeine invade the air
Knocked me out like a mace,
At. Your. Pace.
Dripping down my mane
Morning dew up and down your face
Remember when our storm brewed up?
But love, look at us, we’re all screwed up!
Or is it a crime I still pray at our shrine?
Down on my knees as I grind?
What are the fees for lost times?
Where is it that you go and leave me behind?
Remember all the letters we threw in?
How they taste on your tongue when we were kissing
Our red thread is worn out
What was it all about?