BurningMidnightOil

United Kingdom

currently burning the midnight oil.
she/her
angsty, tumultuous soul
fly free, icarus
live perdurably, achilles

poetry: it's what i drink, it's what i read at 3am, it's what i'm crying over

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we are eden and i love you

June 26, 2020

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my chest aches
for the dip of your spine
pressed
against
the swell of my stomach
like
perennials blooming in tandem.
the way it flutters
and flirts with my ivy-choked ribs,
heaving,
exhaling,
this smokeless smoke that curls
around the 
ocean-crushed
shell of your ears.
and my lips will cradle yours,
pinching honeysuckle blooms
between my teeth
for the soft nectar to water 
the chapped petals.
but those hands,
those hands;
they will cup this 
honeyed cheek and 
collect rainwater tears.
​(07June2020 3:35AM)

the early morning hours are a good mix between haze and clarity. it's a good time to contemplate what could be. 

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3 Comments
  • Eblinn

    So sweet!


    5 months ago
  • sunny.v

    “ they will cup this / honeyed cheek and / collect rainwater tears.” oh, this is just absolutely lovely. early morning hours...how tranquil! thank you for this


    5 months ago
  • lindsmariebuck

    This is beautiful!


    5 months ago