23.05.03 - 8:15 PM
You are the dance on the curb before the collision with the pavement , the intricate weaving of the steps in and out and around and the lacing , looping music in the head . The bottles of beer bleeing into the gutter , the foreign cigarettes scattered in the white lines of the parking lot .
White lines like the cocain mirrored by the glass .
They are such wastes of time , clawing for their pity lines . Oh tell me that I'm beautiful , tell me that I am a good fuck , tell me tell me tell me because I cannot think for myself . Clawing is just an efficient way to dig your own grave and BABY I'M NOT DYING YET .
We dance together on wooden platforms in the dark , plastic ivy leaves and branches scratching underneath our skin . Barry White can't get enough of our love , the bass of his voice humming underneath us . Each limb is seperate , we are made up of beasts and our bodies slink with the music .
You are the beat of the heart pounding against my ribcage when I am with you , the exhiliration and the adrenaline bopping through my veins with you I am a symphony , with you I am a mess of notes , ink blots on paper stacked on musical stands . With you I cannot be deciphered , I am a mystery hand in hand with an enigma .
Together we are untouchable .
Together we are missing .
Together we are not .
