[ ☆彡 ]
my west coast bellini boy!
his nicotine heatwaves cloud the caffeinated red of my peach pulp organs when he kisses lethal doses of rosepetal psalms into my molten bones. his voice, thick as honey is static dopamine for my degenerate brain and i turn into an open coffin addict for his high pumping through my avaricious anatomy.
my downtown sangria sunset!
lakeside evenings, picking out salted caramel clusters and drunk conversations from the gaps between our bergamot baby teeth leave me with sweet september heartburn. my blood is virgin and he's got plutonic canines for the titanium moonbeams glistening on my oxidizing cheekbones and lidocaine lips.
my rose liquored lover boy!
he sits at the edge of the world, brewing stolen ichor into my punctured guts and turning the marbled ruins of my jailhouse body into a cosmos of wildfire wrath and untamed lightning. he cremates sacred scriptures into my caving collarbones and builds a religion out of me.
my soulful cognac chéri!
i unravel his name out onto my vinyl tongue, it sounds an awful lot like god.