Intimacy Like this

This lions mane is getting thick, a frightened beast, I'm feeling sick.

My chest is burning as I see the ridge of the sun, the horizons bleeding..

...again

afraid to utter your name, speaking only with a shell shaped throat,

when I have no words that interest you, will you still be sailing in my boat?

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Such a clever stranger, I remember the wishes and the danger, strategically stringing and strung up,

I heard all that he didn't say, or maybe I made it up.

Unconscious nature plucking the light from my eyes, tasting the salt mixed with sweat and alibis.

As we kissed we felt each chapped lip, felt the quivering of each hip,

Holding so tight but realizing we had already slipped,

Too far gone, though I swear the pressure on my ribs

resembles feeling close with something, though it's mostly listless.

...I'm suffocating

it's not the air that's thick, it's the disposable content in the air

that makes me know your full of shit.

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ignorant to the reverberation, you see that I feign neutrality

and that you weigh heavy on me,

and my proverbial shoulder is slowly being dislocated.

My ears are bronzing, for the snowflakes in my eyes are melting like the passing seasons

and the meaning is being translated into something tiring,

I used to jump for joy on your arrival

however now I know I'm only in denial

And why is it that dignity runs opposite my direction,

greed running rampant to those with flaming tongues

just to pass another empty reflection.

This furnace is so cold, but I feel the honesty burning,

piercing through my skin,

 my stomach keeps turning and there's sweat dripping from my chin.

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And why do you walk through the world of shaded streets and silhouettes,

 trying to substitute the absence of mutual feelings for physical regret?

Our ebony pupils, whisper in our bending ears,

another day in paradise just to escape from here.....

And dusk drinks us in each morning,

timeless senseless and throats burning.

The insignia of the night contingent with our eyes,

 scents of memories we try to hide,

it lingers, embodies, with old sex and today's gifts

No need for words we see that the gears won't shift

We'll make pages from our hands, and watch the pyramids fall

 at least I'd like the pretend we can, just swimming at the seawall

Idealistic silk, spinning webs on hard surfaces,

though I can hear your heart beat you're still across the universe