"Your Poetry, Your Perfume, They Are My Obsessions"-s

the motion of two sinners,
frivolous .. as the night is cold.
static no longer harbors us,
and we are expression...
purity is my religion,
my antidote for truth..
your blanket of lies shelters me,
in an effort not to
blink.
Your Hands Glide Across My Tongue,
And More Than Desperate Shrieks..
we are in love.
We are not here,
(bloodshot eyes, like kisses filled with smoke..
give me away)

I am a paperless city,
of only porcelain and edges of fur..

I want you more than a night wish,
or any other prayer read straight
off the residue..
to sing and drip my Heart
(ripped)
into the ocean..
is the shake of paranoia,
and the numbness of..
seaweed and gumdrop filled cuts.

To Flow, Let Go
Shine Split..

I want to stink of my voice,
and explode of torquoise sequined eyes..
and most of all,
kiss you (kiss you)
Children laugh when you smile,
Shining Brightly through Your Teeth..

Love..

Supple strawberry instrumentals,
and fields (everlasting) of
purple flavored orchids..
You envision me toothless,
a halo of
fantasy
disease
atop my head...

"your poetry.."
(words of ways)

"your perfume.."
(scentless, but that for a lover to find)

"...they are my obsessions."
Beating me in the house of secrets,
together we learn how to keep them..

Beggars in the streets of
hardened hearts,
give us your pennies..
And We'll Fall Apart