Its back
Crawling in my stomach
With pink limbs through my torso
Up up into that center
Ive been starving myself for two days
Purpling food until black cigarette smoke remains the only behind lights
taste that lingers
Restricted
Makes me want you more
I want you more, more, more,
I want to feel your arm muscles flash
And run my fingers through your
Woods of a head
Forever and roll in the moss until my breasts are covered by the slight green velvet of yourself
My headaches throb inside my chest and I want to cocoon my self
Yet the only thing I can think of is your green comfort
That wraps me so tight that even your superior taste in music barely shakes me
Who am I tricking when I say you do’t shake me?
You shake me, alright. Enough to make me slap you
A slap in anger, in belly wrenching sideways feeling pure sharp unfairness
And I need to turn that hand around and take our over flushed face
With my ever growing arm muscles and love and love and love
I’m opening myself up. Do you know?
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