st1letto:

my muse is a gun toting angel with sad eyes. there is a fire in him so hot it burns white and blue as the sea. i slept in his bed for weeks broken and forlorn, an old shell glowing in the ocean of his body. i have found the promise land, i see our future spelled out in a twisted vine of lines on my dirty hands. you grow like a flower in me. my heart is your garden and you drink the shimmering sun of my summer soul

my muse will rob you blind. he robbed me of my sight and sleep. i looked into his eyes and he stole all my dreams for weeks. too many nights i fantasize lying naked with you sawed open by the light through the blinds. your body pale and buckled over me, a bruiser of a man who would not let me sleep. who shook with such a dark love with jaws so wide they swallowed me. he wanted everything

i gave it all to you. there is nothing this pale half moon of a woman did not sell to you. you flush me free of sin and i am golden, hallowed with love. i never felt so free

my baby is a pistol, he is so dark and beautiful. don’t ever leave. i will not know peace until we share the same bed again, i will breathe into your neck while we shake and shudder til morning. this love has eaten me. don’t ever leave