January 2012
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revaluation of the vamp
i feel as though i can tell you everything, all of my truths, when i’ve spent my entire life lying to appear untouchable; but i want you to touch me. burn holes in my skin, boil my blood, make tropics of the tundras that suffocate the valves to my heart. tear at my thoughts with your canine teeth until all that’s left is a tempo, a rhythm, a pulse to know i’m breathing, and with no pretense...
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Nahal.
dripping a blood-like hue from lips for you, spill and dance around the valves of hearts long decayed. gasoline on fire engine red, you strike with poison & make ‘em undead like marble statues, come knock me into dust with a hyperbolic display of lust. they’ll be a rhythm to the madness raining from our lashes like the river rush, the lovers blush, every dangerous touch gives away...
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“I feel lost everyday, but it’s not no reason to lay down and die.”
– Chris Nuñez (via acrossthiscrookedmile)
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“I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of...”
– From Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi. Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988). (via unpunk)
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my Sunday night: California Baby 'I Love You'...
Men I find attractive are always:
Too old
Dead
With someone else
In another country
Not attracted to me
Celebrities
Fictional
transcending
you live with four women, so your hair smells like herbal essences shampoo and your clothes are always crisp and bright and sparkling clean. you are so much taller than me that i have to crack my neck to look in your eyes, and when you lay on top of me i hyperventilate slightly due to the weight of your muscles. your rough accent blares through the room, booming and cracking like full Marshall...
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“hit me, you can’t hurt me. give to me sweet sacred bliss, your mouth was...”
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