Want

I huff this poison through a skinny stick and fall in love with how it circulates through my veins.

Flick the ashes like an bumbling infant, rookie to this new position my fingers are taking.

See your face through the curtain of gray, and unveil you with a wave of a hand. And now with new found clarity, my eyes devour the sight of you.

Damn.

You're beautiful.

Your eyelashes still have rain droplets trapped, making tiny diamonds on their surface. Your neck is calling me to just travel on every indentation I see. My religion became centered on every lick of your lips.

I sit back in my chair and make myself still, when I desperately want to move to you.

The stray butt found itself in it's ashtray and now we're staring down each other in the dimlit room.

You cock your head, and your lips lift into a perfect graceless smirk.

And you move closer, crawl closer to me on the bed and bridge the gap between us.

Then speak.

Your words billow out your mouth like incense smoke escaping it's stick-home. You flirt with every blink of your eye; every shape of your mouth belongs hung up as a art piece; when your hands graze my knee, they light brilliant fires across my skin.

And I have no way of communicating back to you. Your proximity has made me drunk with desire and I am at a lost. My tongue trips on itself and words fall, crash and sound like China tea cups on unforgiving hard wood floor. My heart violently thrashes in it's cage of bone and blood; stupidly, desperately trying to make your hands it's new home. My head, drawing blanks, save for one word repeating itself in lazy ink swirling loops, save for that one damned word that was finding itself on the edge of my lips threatening its way to slip carelessly out.


I swallow the word down roughly, it finding itself home in my gut like a bitter pill. Bite my lip and also bite the bullet you had offered me on a glimmering silver plate.

You inch closer and I can feel the tension rippling and ebbing through our bodies.

Like an artfully made disaster, we simultaneously fumble for each other's hand and hold on.
You grab me and tug me on your lap, carefully tear off my shame; I help you unshackle the chains of cotton and denim.

I swear, I'm sweating like a sinner in the pews, still clamping my mouth shut.

And the moon throws it's stolen light all across my body, illuminating our hooded eyes, illuminating this bed housed of silk and sin.

Damn.

We now lay side by side in basic whites in the black dark, I sputter on liquid fire from a unidentifiable cup while you ease another cigarette in the spaces of my hand and your own.

We look at each other and breathe in, the familiar toxic kicking inside our chests.

The silence will soon me eat away like a callous vulture, not even leaving a spare bone and you will probably laugh; your irises green and gold would dance and light up at my demise.

Because after all you are the devil personified.