Sta.sh
you're a heatstroke in my lap.
you burn, you're a fire
and you nestle yourself comfortably
atop my femurs
(shifting patellas)
and the warmth of your satisfied
grin
crawls up my central nervous system
and tickles the heart.
you're a heatstroke under my skin.
solar radiation that i can't wear down
i would love to put you out
leave you behind in this bed
of rocking waves
and tender toes,
but you're like the sun
without a kill switch to erupt.
there's a scar at the right side
of your face
(the one that God
had moulded so carefully)
and just like i won't tell you
about skin pigmentation
and the difference between black
and white,
you won't tell me
about fog-created ghosts
and the darkness that clouds your head.
therefore,
at night we lay
folded into each other,
hearts shaped out of seashells
and meet equally at the setting of the sun
we counted the stars of our minds
as your fire consumed my eyes.
in the morning
death is just another excuse
for us not to let go,
and sunlight peeled away at still closed
eyelids.
pupils narrow
as i awake in an empty bed
that looks so abject
in the absence of your skin.
you're a heatstroke in my lap
and you won't let go,
you won't let go.
feverishly, i thank the structurally formed
mountains on your stomach
and trace the shadows down the lines
of your limbs.
you went off into the distance
saving souls of two
from electric waves,
bathing in gold and
leaving me here.
you're a heatstroke in my lap
(romantically, not erotically)
before you leave you made sure
to rub the soft spot of my earlobe
as if saying 'elephant shoes'.
before arising from a sleep so deep
i re-trace your fingerprints
and the bed sheepishly awoke
and apologised on your behalf.
you're a heatstroke in my lap.
you won't go out.
you won't go out.
P.S. you're the giant, i'm the mouse and elephant shoes is just the coward way out.
| Deviant Login | Shop | Join deviantART for FREE  |
Take the Tour  |
