I'm writing to you again, instead I kiss you.
the words replaced my skin and my flesh
I became too lyrical
I'm writing with rains and butterflies. I'm old-fashioned. I turn off the lights, baby.
I do not know to give myself to anyone else with my hot essence
I don't know how to break the fear with my orgasm as a whip
I told you, that is still a revelation
we don't need our skins anymore
we just need a simple rain.
the crows guard my mornings. and my memory.
I'm writing to you again. you told me
those are just words. somewhere, something is bleeding
but I don't know what it is
I'm crunching my death to the core
instead to kiss you.