My cracked, crinkled palms have been forever rising towards dirty clouds
My dress is stretched and tattered-
Secretly it's sewn from dead men's shrouds
Your tongue's a line of rotten slime extending from your face to mine
Insect-like spikes go up and down your spine,
A shape-shifting stink bug no one could confine,
A winged, multi-legged thing that dashes a pattern into the blue air above
Tainting it
Or repainting it
And because of all, I adore you.
There's something sour, sweet biting into the inside of my cheeks
I am not sure if it is you or me, but something's stinging, something reeks
You are a wasp attempting to take me, infusing me, injecting me,
With your whip-crack smile and hallucinations
But I can't hold off these temptations
And I have no way of knowing whether these are violations
Or vaccinations
You are filling my bloodstream with something strong, with something
Bitter
Or is it glitter
Our embraces send tangles of creepy nightmarish cockroaches
Spiraling and collecting on each other's twinkling, brilliant bodies
And suddenly, we are both darkening
Being covered, but something's coming through
Smoking, smoldering, itching with centipedes and mites,
With the beetles and flies who only make us dfficult to analyze,
Easier to dramatize
And more likely to terrorize
Scary
Or surpassing ordinary
And because of all, I adore you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis is a select few of the poems I've written over the past two years or so. They're not the best and the rhythms are all messed up. But you know idc about that anymore so Enjoy my endless train of thoughts.
