In the deepest parts of me, what do you see? When I fall asleep, do you count the seconds between my breaths, do you fall asleep to the background noise of my ramblings, do you fear when I scream?
Tell you what: let’s breathe together.
I’ll kiss your mouth, your nose, your neck. I’ll stitch a red ribbon around your clavicles and kiss, kiss, kiss. I’ll put my lips to your ear and breathe, put my ear to your lips until you breathe back. Call it meditation the way we become still and hungry for the softest exhale, the way we thirst for air like dying whales. Oh to die the littlest of deaths.
Tell you what: let’s ramble together.
You’ll tell me your deepest darkest secrets in writing and I’ll burn them right in front of you; stuff the ashes into a little jar and toss them out into the sea, let the sirens cower in fear of them, let them sink deeper and deeper until they are sand in the ocean - and then I’ll teach you how to swim.
Tell you what: let’s scream together.
We’ll take our clothes off and draft a river of sweat, wandering fingers making goosebumps, chrysalis in our tongues, the language of butterflies etched into the fabric of our skin; the sacred drowning of our passion / the holy water of our temptation / the baptism of our becoming / the gentle reading between the palm of our frantic hands / the echoing chants of the fates carved in our throats /
(my lover my lover I am running out of poetry)
/ we die and die again, a mass of forbidden rebirths and your body is as beautiful as a spear plant bloom, eyes like rain in a desert and baby,
you’re all the water I need.
— l.amb,
for @nosebleedclub, IV & XIII.
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Nosy ask game: 13,34,35
13: Something about exposed collarbones is just like
34: Tall, unstable, dominating women with defined clavicles and dark eyes with deep eye bags under them :3
35: Men that serve cunt
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