Barrel.

by Prophecies In Kodak   Jan 28, 2021


you and i are all bite / no bullet
ammunition built like the taste of your lips
i've bitten off more than i can chew
and
i want to feel your barrel to my kiss

tipsy topsy liquor droplets
my tongue on fire from the alkaline rain
bruised like indigo virtues
no means to m e a s u r e -
lemon lady
so lucious and brave

jump through hoops and targets
aim for the crevice of face
that builds from the blankets surrounded
a sea of your perpetual
g a i n

you and i - we are swimming
down wall drops and ghostly night rhymes
whispering words of the water
shooting shot while you cry out
all m i n e

so oh you oh you oh you
wont you practice on top of myself
kisses like liquor and coffee
my mouth full of
spent shotgun
s h e l l s

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