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Form a bubble, embrace her hand and pull her inside then take her everywhere... make love under a single candle light the wick let her thighs burn like fire. make love on a wave catch the break ride with the flow. make love inbetween headphones stroke to high volumes groan with the melody. make love in pasta sprinkle herbs allow her hair to dangle and tangle with yours. make love underneath infinite suns find a constellation watch her rolled back eyes twinkle. make love on a cloud fluff the pillow wrap her in cotton wool. make love in a smile stretch lip corners arch her back to find dimples. make love in a cup of tea

I kissed you this morning...it tasted like oxygen. I hugged you this afternoon...it felt like air. I gazed into your eyes at sundown...they looked so absent. I breathed your hair this evening...it smelt like the wind. I listened to you say 'I need you' at night...it sounded like silence. Long walks are long funerals when spending them with a photo. The factory worker did a fine job when constructing our love. You're a beating heart to me, pumping colours and code, with emotions dictated by words. Your hands bear index fingers, cold like metal. With perfect thumbs, smooth like plastic, all too real to feel a pulse. Is a relationship

The room's filled with influenced figures, revealing themselves in a subliminal light. Music shines down on us, shedding melodies on you and me, Producing heated stares entwined with twirls and subtle smiles. They all want you here, but it's clear I am chosen. Your raspberry pout tells me your intentions are devious. Those eyes stay fixed even when your back is turned, I'm ready to pull your bubblegum lips open now, and climb in... I take the walk down the aisle, you wait at the end in black. We don't care what we have to say, there's one thing on our mind, Bypass the words, there's no time, i've got the shakes. On contact i'm hit

Hopefully She's Dead Call triple 9, its been a day and 2 hours. Someone must have seen her, its too early for flowers. She walked out quietly, relief in her stroll, My blacked out memory, bright lights bring cold. She can't look after herself, she forgot my arms. Zombies on her path, though I feel she is calm. A face-down shell, underneath a tree? Why aren't they looking for her? Busy swimming in coffee. Why did 'Goodbye' slip her mind is what I can't stop wondering so. Hope she'll return warm, with a delicate touch I recognise from so long ago. Why is our room so bare, with the empty mattress unmade? How come my letter from the o

Friends are for... You bargained paper for me, in exchange for wide smiles, You made my empty body complete, late at night. You shared my burdens as if they were your own, You gave me a place to scribble my thoughts, now I scribble for you... In the distance, when your mouth turns upside-down, I'll be ready to warm your crest back into place... Being your pillow when you're fatigued, and your blanket when you're cold. Because underneath my callous skin, lies a genie with only love to grant. Put my happiness aside because i'm growing everyday, The times after these i'll be a better man, And right now, all I have is a box of warm ar

Act 3, Scene 1: Enter She... An inhale hit me at the hour of 12 with the force of a dozen sirens. My ceiling posed the perfect bedtime matinée, for a necessary intermission from my sleep. You vacated your mattress and slept in my dimple, making Winters red and Summers dewy. I had you with my eyes, cradling you with a chocolate hold. All to be flipped over like a tragic car wreck. Enter she... Take off your make-up and show me the mannequin, nothing but a hollow skull and corroded lipstick. Thrust the mute button to block your noise, I was never any good at reading lips. Fasten your exhausted eyelids, your irises are leafy crim

You comin' down with a fever girl? You got stars on your skin, burns me with every drop, tastes so vulgar, its a sin. Breaths are getting shorter, keep embracing me with your thighs. Get this on wax, perfect harmonies with our cries. You're the queen of all that makes me wait, will I ever learn how to turn up late? Give me more hair, I see the whites of your eyes 7000 beats till i come-down from this high. We're bleeding young blood, our lips oozing summer wine. Sweating poetry in the yard, an art so divine. Arni Lochner