Love, in and out, Of you

n my mouth i hold you,

your black hair shimmering against the soft sparks of

light which escape your eyes,

blue and green

and a million colors in between like the spectrum of heaven

facades amuse

slow motivation, quickens,

courage sits abused, in my stomach,

it rapidly weakens

as does your breath as you seem to focus on the creamy texture

of your painted oceans,

and i on the creamier textures of your sun kissed thighs,

your fingers trace thick lines of remembrance

as thick as my lips, which press on considerably-

of what? or whom could distract you so?

i would never know

but then again, that is why i am here.

questions linger but so does the smell of

salty tangerine hemispheres,

your orange and pink fingers grace me

as i taste each one individually,

i sign on the

prints, forged forever-ness

each line a thump up against the purity

of the rigid page

an opposing take on this inquisitive love

it waits for you to mistrust it

and uncoil the knuckles of society that bind,

combine with me as i swallow

and we can satisfy the gods at once

together, you Michelangelo, and i Shakespeare

literary nonsense muted with your skin,

no iambic pentameters here, my dear-

just blots of artistic muses

with thoughts of something genuine

and rushed blood clots

which caught me

off guard

closing  in on me

like the blurred nights

of our dear friend Vincent.