chartreuse and cigarettes

Its 3am and your lips taste like chartreuse
And cigarettes

You wind me down
Through your plastic gears
Slip my fingers through yours
And we crash into the mechanical arcs of your room

Its 3am and you’re taking me through rivers
And highways of industrial landscapes

Through decades of intricate music

Your sandpaper fingers through blue strands of memory
Detailing out my inner workings

Its 3am and your skin tastes of saltwater taffy
And lust

You crumble over me
Onto sidewalks and street lamps
Into phone booths and the dark iron sky line

We laugh
And drink each other in as the lights go out

Its 3am and your skin around me feels like...

Love

Reviews

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

Exquisite both in language and in sound... This one hits the minds eye hard and lingers long after...