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I thought your skin wouldn't be so cold,
I thought I wouldn't like it.

But it was somewhere in the way
that you looked like Bettie Page,
with thicker thighs
(that wore the most violent colours
of purple and green,
yellow that stoked my eyes
like a furnace).

in this way we were each others creations and like the greatest we construct and destroy hoping to find perfection in the parity

That denial that comes so naturally,
connate sensitivity, what idealists
call love. Maybe.

embrace your consistancy to disappoint and chase our victory bells with poison

I never trace your scars.
I bite around them,
I reach that place in the universe
of dead space
that doesn't mean anything,
where you and me and this
is thoughtless and pure
as static on a radio.
My shots are always aimed
at oblivion,
and your body is my guide.

we fuck until nothing but breathing makes sense until we become so basic that water feels like a luxury

until the red of your lips and blue of your skin folds itself into my mind

and finally escapes the confines of words

In many ways, you are worse for me than paint thinner.

Description
I thought your skin wouldn't be so cold,
I thought I wouldn't like it.

But it was somewhere in the way
that you looked like Bettie Page,
with thicker thighs
(that wore the most violent colours
of purple and green,
yellow that stoked my eyes
like a furnace).

in this way we were each others creations and like the greatest we construct and destroy hoping to find perfection in the parity

That denial that comes so naturally,
connate sensitivity, what idealists
call love. Maybe.

embrace your consistancy to disappoint and chase our victory bells with poison

I never trace your scars.
I bite around them,
I reach that place in the universe
of dead space
that doesn't mean anything,
where you and me and this
is thoughtless and pure
as static on a radio.
My shots are always aimed
at oblivion,
and your body is my guide.

we fuck until nothing but breathing makes sense until we become so basic that water feels like a luxury

until the red of your lips and blue of your skin folds itself into my mind

and finally escapes the confines of words

In many ways, you are worse for me than paint thinner.