Stache

Kissing the night as it gets darker. I am rapeseed, chalk-white in a room of pain. I linger here, eyes ripe with colour, madly in love with the idea of us, but this torture is like a blood clot

Jordan, I sigh 
Like poison, poison, poison 

When I smile I forget about you for a moment, but you're always in the back of my mind like a lapwing in flight or a glint of brassy sunlight foisted on me
So I kiss you
I kiss the pain
Lambent midnights blooming with little dreams through candlelit pathways. Prowling desire, driving me to obsolete ruin 

My tongue gets stuck when I try to speak, but you know exactly what I mean. I hate this leaden office. I have so many burning questions, but I'm scared of the answers. Is this a sign or a symptom or a picture of last night?

Now my blood is thinner
You're the kind of guy I'd sleep with.