meat moving days

beautiful come, beautiful go
your pink tongue and love's excuses galore
peachy pineapple puckering poses
please don't hold your naughty horses

a promise in the horizon says 
bring me, beat me. master play,
wooden wind chime is what boyfriend stages
love letters without a whip? please go get some lonely sleep

oh vile slices of high,
wide vile slices of petty and pretty high. sans 
sinuously grand loneliness makes for an inside attire
and now we shall ride out. or stand still here to die?

beautiful come, beautiful go


Samyam Shrestha said...

Hey, post more frequently, miss! It's been months you've posted this :D

Christopher said...

'oh vile slices of high' is quite wonderful, Shardha.