Toxiic-Raiinbow

Hangs from your spine like an incomplete, conjoined sibling with no mind of its own but enough of yours to make you fear it. Comes when you are sleeping to perch on your face and dip its beak redly into your dreams. Shucks its claws on the upholstery of your flesh. Is a fog-eyed poet, reading aloud to you endless reams of his own passionate, excruciating verse. Squats in the waste it has made of you, a basilisk-child you dare not look in the eye. Remembers the body when it moved with the ease of light across a lake’s delicate skin. Watches your babies grow skins so thick they can’t feel you. Is an illusion overcome

They caress my skin, with warm feelings from within. So soft against my blushing cheeks, I love your hands. You slide them up and down my thigh; oh baby you make me fly. Ready to catch me when I fall, I love your hands. They tell me you care, love me, and need me. Sparkling with intense honesty, I love your eyes. As deep as the ocean, as blue as the sky, I never want to say goodbye when they hold onto mine. I love your eyes. They spread across your kind features, making you smile – making me smile. I love your lips. When they press against mine, there is no space or time. Floating on clouds divine –