love child of earth and blood
and purpling sky, with
eyes that need only glance
to pry
open doors that have long been
bolted shut.
those eyes
a mix of dirt and blood;
sway me into a
drunken stupor, consume me
with your cabernet eyes.
i’d never in my life so much as dipped my pinky in a glass of wine, but my god, i was drunk on you. i was the kind of drunk where you can’t string together a sentence for the life of you and yet you reach for the vodka anyway. you were my first gasp of air after holding my breath for three years. i consumed you hungrily; you let me depend on you.
Silenticel 