Who Wrecks?
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By Christian Alfonso
Why do you reach to grasp at my ankles while I snatch at your collar
allow your fingers to grip through the fabric of my armor, to rip at the letters who know who they are
I am cut deep and my wounds left to fester with that disease amor
It becomes my addiction, adrenaline fueling my limbs and my moans, and the nails clawing into your backside while you scream
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And that simple word lifts me from the sheets through the floorboards, through the ceilings, through the tiles, into the sky till I meet the stars eye to eye and you scream
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and with each utterance of the word, our web of interlocking fingers becomes rewoven, and our mind's, while separate are simple streams of consciousness, together are an ocean that feeds into the heart and allows its valves to pump till it becomes so swollen that the lump upon your breast will be feared to be cancerous
My addiction to your love is so intense that the anxiety I feel when we are apart is dangerous, life threatening, if I could pronounce my feelings for you in a single word the result would be deafening, the lesson being that my connection with you is beyond instant messaging, we are one in the same and an instant is
Far
Too
Long.
Why do you reach to grasp at my ankles while I snatch at your collar
allow your fingers to grip through the fabric of my armor, to rip at the letters who know who they are
I am cut deep and my wounds left to fester with that disease amor
It becomes my addiction, adrenaline fueling my limbs and my moans, and the nails clawing into your backside while you scream
More
And that simple word lifts me from the sheets through the floorboards, through the ceilings, through the tiles, into the sky till I meet the stars eye to eye and you scream
More
and with each utterance of the word, our web of interlocking fingers becomes rewoven, and our mind's, while separate are simple streams of consciousness, together are an ocean that feeds into the heart and allows its valves to pump till it becomes so swollen that the lump upon your breast will be feared to be cancerous
My addiction to your love is so intense that the anxiety I feel when we are apart is dangerous, life threatening, if I could pronounce my feelings for you in a single word the result would be deafening, the lesson being that my connection with you is beyond instant messaging, we are one in the same and an instant is
Far
Too
Long.