Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable."
so when I burn your kingdom down, I’ll make sure
you’re still chained to the throne."
i’ve got mire of men in my teeth, mother
and the murder of botany clings to my spine.
he reckons a cimmerian circlet on his wrists; on my crown,
and i am swimming and waltzing in his terrifics,
in his multitude of songful sins.
me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe
his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me