I am caught in the haze of you,
The delicate thorns of borealis
Swirling around you like magic.
.
I am addicted to conceptualizing.
.
There is a drug in your gaze,
In eyes I have not yet met that
Will tear me apart, bone from flesh.
.
And I crave the destruction of you.
.
What can those broad hands do
To the finely sewn seams of my life
When they are intent on feasting?
.
I want you to feast on my words.
.
Hours pour between us, hot and needy,
Shifting into excessively thin glass
That aches to turn back to dust.
.
Carve me open with your touch.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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