We're Not
Location
Breathe in
Smoke
Incense
Fears
Red tinge skin
Ribs
Hair
Grip tight
Taste
Amber honey burn
From your half-asleep mouth
Sticky sweet dribbling words
Inhale
Incense
Cheap sweet celestial toxins
Drugged dream divinity
Castles winding up winding
Comforter tangled and faded pillowcase
Unspined skeletal staircase
Unfleshed skeletal love
Hold tighter
Domestic fantasy
Touch my neck while I read
Wake up to the shower sputtering on
Hazel grey morning
Hands
Hold
Warm shampoo wet hair
Lips good morning
Groggy coffee
No shirt
White socks
careless touch
I've never needed the lies to be real
Or the tale to be true
But so bad do I want
To live a lie with you