Give me/ something

perhaps i got caught between your silk fingers,
gently throwing the vomit away,
petals of lips brushing away,
swaying like thunders.

perhaps, i slipped into you
before time,
before spring could collapse on my belly,
time sticks too many collection.

i am bloodlust,
caffeine on the stove, incensed.
expanding like perforated sky
only to melt like never before.

a stretch of copper sky,
hips full of smoke & nostalgia.
perhaps i loved you way too much.

give me a moment erupting like shreds of golden mirror,
honey dripped touch,
mouths swallowing a sweet lie of ours.
something like that, but real.


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