you've got
the nicest brown eyes I want to rip off
and eat. whole, without chewing
so my insides would be clearer to read
like neon signs on a white artisan cafe wall
like dark coffee ink on stark white skin
washing it down with espresso so sweet
black loses its color and lends
its taste to trembling fingers
it must be that your skin
lie so well and the cream
was too dense with froth
the stirrer wasn't stirring at all
and all I can think about are those
clumsy words, those small watery
chocolate, sprinkled
fragments that took shape and form
filling those gaps that construct
my state of necessity to be freed
from walls that cripple my senses
by the acquisition of your sight
the descent into my dark self
can only be shed light by the
brightness of your browns
and stillness of your sunken sockets
until all of me is seen
you can leave in the only way
we know how
May 12, 2013
2.58 AM
