03-11-2013, 04:56 AM
On the couch in my basement -
You’re rouge, soft and sinful.
We are drawn like salt from taint.
Our hands flirt, as do our toes.
Finally, entangle.
Tighten.
Its wrong
Like Humbert and Lolita;
Jesse and Zee
And the like
Oh but it feels
More familiar than breathing.
Our grapple resumes
And our fumes intoxicate and we’re drunk past surrender
And fires rush our guts – the inextinguishable kind.
And spinning hastens
And shadows dance
And regret will always be for the young.
And so we laud our imminent doom
And bathe in its eternality.
Edits, thanks to Todd. Could use some more direction/help with a title.
You’re rouge, soft and sinful.
We are drawn like salt from taint.
Our hands flirt, as do our toes.
Finally, entangle.
Tighten.
Its wrong
Like Humbert and Lolita;
Jesse and Zee
And the like
Oh but it feels
More familiar than breathing.
Our grapple resumes
And our fumes intoxicate and we’re drunk past surrender
And fires rush our guts – the inextinguishable kind.
And spinning hastens
And shadows dance
And regret will always be for the young.
And so we laud our imminent doom
And bathe in its eternality.
Edits, thanks to Todd. Could use some more direction/help with a title.