a n t i s e p t i c . l o v e . s o n g s
poem collaborations by Poetic Star [sharon] and Aya Scribbles [tiara] baby, your arsenic lips still taste
like winter never ended and
you know I'd kill myself
for more
♥
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maybe in distance,
but not in heart..
bleed the colors of
the evening stars
Monday, June 4, 2012 4:43 AM
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halcyon
days and sandalwood roses
I can’t sleep..
The air conditioner’s
not working and I’m
wondering what you’re
doing right now, darling.
Trying not to get caught,
I tiptoe out the back door
and head down the silent
street laden with magnolias.
American flags wave gently
on neighbors’ porches and
the air is stuffy but sweet
like warm apple pie
and sandalwood roses.
The gas station’s abandoned
except for your blue pickup.
As I climb inside,
you greet me with
a butter cream-laced smile.
The ginger lily sky spells
out our names as
you start driving,
your shy glances
sparkle lush green
like an overgrown
meadow and your
voice sounds like raindrops
tap-dancing across
the truck’s windshield.
The lake on Holyoke
looks irresistible and
we quickly strip off our
tank tops and aqua jeans.
Darling, you might not
believe me but this is
the best hour spent
in summer existence.
Butterflies tangle with
the purple ribbons in
your jasmine locks,
reminding me of
lemonade sunshine
and your lips tease
my starburst skin
as we leap into
the prism water.
Oh I spoke too soon..
Nothing compares to
swimming lazily
towards the dock
and feeling your
hands slick around
my waist and my
cheek grazing
the curve of your neck
as we huddle together
beneath the pecan trees.
It’s magical and refreshing;
a stolen kiss between friends
as the night cools down slowly;
the purest temptation and
I hope no one finds the letter
written in sugar moonshine
that you slipped in my hand
on our way home through
the mockingbird forest.