Tears clouded over a coffee cup slicking the surface of the black before cream. Release.
Reshaping taste with the too sweet that's left untouched on the bottom. Drops that unwind without reason. Quiet and burning.
There's a new shape of salvage rewritten somewhere in the overdosed fructose.  .too sweet to savor.
My thoughts Lost underneath the hot that's no longer attractive. Who is left?
Gaurded and solitary.
Serpent's shimmering, caustic like the skin they were baptized into.
You have to start being honest with yourself he tells me.That's the only way to be immune from judgement. .Sticky with envy.
Where do forgets go?
Where do they sleep? worshipping alone with the idols of never to habit into.
Where do you go when you are without me?
Our lives a secret from each other. I tell you again, keep me a stanger for as long as you possibly can. I'm not a good person. I'll hurt you long before you can recognize any spot of weakness.

He frowns. says something in spanish under his breath.
all he really wants is to scrape me raw.

Me. a loud kind of memory that is pasted over your mind like it's something that can hurt you. My name is a gaurded label.
Wonderfull and slow. You know nothing about my life, the things that made up the portraiting before you. I will not tell you.
Read my eyes. Lay me down and kiss my stomach over and over. Read my eyes.

Come to me from now on. Keep me warm when i cannot quiet how much being here hurts.
When you wake up i know that you will not want to hear about the weight of your hand on my hips or your foot caught up in my mine. When you wake up you will try to leave without waking me. I will hear you let yourself out of my apartment and turn the key. Holding your breath. Mourning has a way of ruining night magic.

I do not fret over any of this. I like it this way. There is no what ifs, no conjugated happy ending. No heavy words, simply you and me taking on tonight like we knew what was good for each other in the end. You do not know me. You do not want to.

Jewel toned and lonely.

In force and beauty. All the way to the end. Wow.

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Thank you. I like to know what you think,on occasion,about my artistry. I hold your opinion in high esteem.