Looks like you've been getting loads of marriage proposals.. Well, you better not say "yes" to any of them. :)
#youaremine #regiibaby #ilybabe #aww #regiyouaresocuute #oki'llleaveyoualonefornow :(
What kind of drugs have you been distributing? @klaussal
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I dream you awake
Seven years of repression resting,
unfreezing lakes of steel.
By fog inherent breathing,
cauterized.
I dream you awake,
under my skin.
Ineffable,
you stay.
A testimonial lingering,
of a kiss,
the type I can't afford to miss.
You are big words,
I am hollow breaths,
desiring another world.
The kind where we just met,
the kind without present or past.
Where your name isn't a curse,
I'm forbidden to speak,
where it lasts.
Wishing amnesia to enter,
these veins.
Wash you away,
as if a simple cleansing of our daydreaming tryst exists.
I dream you awake,
sipping my morning tea.
You are grass so green,
amid the wither.
Resurrecting,
dawning,
a quiver in bones.
Do you taste my inclination on your tongue?
Did my hunger for your heat grip you,
scraped your mind empty of doubt?
Will books remember us as a paradox,
or a love story set on fire?
You uncover me,
through remaining a shrouded question mark.
I can't stare you into love.
I can't bend the sky my direction.
Aching to feel alive,
infused by disastrous thought.
The world ending in this room.
Tucking myself away,
immortally near,
almost decaying in silence.
My mouth hurts,
of tainted kisses,
and volatile secrets.
But you are a summers breeze,
easing winter from my body.
A lighthouse in the distance.
You're quicksand and I can't wait to drown.
I pleaded heavy storms,
unmade beds,
broken candlelight.
Surrender.
Abide everything,
if it means salvation.
Rob me cold,
strip me entirely,
of gold and diamonds.
I'll return his name gladly,
if he allows me to keep mine.
You must know,
how I sigh speaking of love.
I'm the torment,
a beholden lie,
he can't set free.
Losing me,
day after day,
drop by drop,
until fractured out of his recognition.
I apologize for remaining,
for surviving the dreadful,
for his hands weaponizing sense into me.
It must resolve his emasculation momentarily,
but I don't tremble like I used to.
Closing my eyes and swallow,
gargle away his taste.
Like the vows I swore I wouldn't break.
Applauding another line.
Done saving the beyond me.
He's in the past,
sitting in front of me.
A ghost unwilling to depart.
And I travel to you,
for minutes,
hours.
Wishing a way,
I'll get there so easily every so often these days.
I laugh with my eyes closed.
The ceiling crackling above us,
almost mellifluous.
And it could have been a park bench,
a cold floor,
a abandoned ruin.
Required only your eyes,
only to return,
to where I know who I am.
I dream you awake,
when it rains.
When it pours heavy enough,
calling for your thunder.
The pronunciation of just my name.
That intangible air of desire,
almost unbearable even with you deep inside me.
Even with our bodies smothering.
Retracing those movements,
circling ever so swiftly through me,
like dying embers.
Felicity so near,
I reach to touch it,
yet it surpasses.
Close to an epic requiem.
A page burning through a magnifier.
I'll blister and bleed I don't care.
As long as you kiss this storm off my lips,
and sink those eyes into mine.
As long as your oxygen retrieves inside my bloodstream,
I'm temporarily satisfied.
And that sensation suffices.
That sensation survives the dying particles of light,
It survives age and time,
space and decline,
wrong from right.
-Angelunthinkable
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