Nanico Ink. (cyphinseth) wrote in thispoetsays,
Nanico Ink.

Rue the Game

button to button,
we press skin to skin,
cotton candy hues
wrap your lips
for seconds
as one kiss
devours the colour -- of our attraction

we brace the glass
--linen to floor--
bounding us to each other
--the standstill perimeter--
your carbon arms
leaving the trace of heat,
behind the trailhead mirage
of your turbid embraces
-- ocular energy --

the diminuendo affect of pleasure,
--the fall to sheets--
the stag-approach
lothario released
--the truth--

the puerile game
the two to frame
the jewels gone blue
-- that day… to rue, to rue.
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