subtle, or not so
subtle, or not so
subtly i take your hand
pull you down and away with me
you feel like silk
you feel like fire
but i’m not burning
not quite yet
and your eyes they seem to tear through me
like you know all of the cells from exlovers
that were torn from their back
and cleaned later from my fingernails
don’t worry, darling there’s room for yours there too
my clothes peel away
like the skin of an orange
and you dive in to my pulpy center
piece by piece so sweetly
but my juices sting your lips
and the scratches on your hand
(from where you dug your fingernails
on the nights when you couldn’t have me)
i’m humming some tune,
thinking in my head that if you ask me
“goddamnit its not rap its hiphop”
after my writhing is complete i collapse on top of you
while my heart condition acts up
and my eyes close softly
your kiss crashes onto my lips like a wave
breaking away my coast line until my los angeles sinks
we have no negative consequences
and i kiss you again
more passionately
and you let yourself become me
once again and i become you
and we trade
as we roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
when i fall asleep at night,
i’ll only think of you.