touches & tangles; love and strangulation

 

hook a bloody finger into my belt loop
and tell me i won't ever fade out of style.
you know i only love you because
you make the photographs burn
so much sweeter.

you buy me flowers with monster teeth
and when our lips meet
our tongues fight with a flip of defeat.

touching,
zipper to zipper
and when our windows fog up
you're always the first to finger
your devotion onto the fog.

curled,
spine to spine
our naked secrets and petals age in the pages and sheets.
our hearts leak perversion.
(but our love is writen in the caves!)

your cigarettes and my long hot showers.
when i pour you the last of the coffee
you ask
"is that it?"
i touch my hand to my hip
and say
"you were expecting more?"