tumblebug

she’s a dream and he’s a nightmare,
whisper what he wants to hear
when he goes farther unmistakably,
the room gives birth to a new atmosphere.
By this afflicted she,
observed her lover’s gestures
unbalancing air
she gives in.
she is a pure, acetylene virgin
attended by roses, by kisses, by angels.
this is not a conviction
sweetheart, i write this out of love
as well as my newest black hole.
yes i knew of his growing tumor.
i am not shocked by this.
she still smells like broken floral.
nothing tastes sweeter than betrayal.

tumblebug

sugarbabylon

Joined December 2009

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