its astral

He fell in love with me then-

in the winter- hidden 

underneath layers of my secrets

he loved me anyway, for

I drew the truth 

on frost bitten windows

as he grinned knowingly. 

Understanding 

more than i meant him to.

I spread my love across him 

through my lips,

fairly painting it 

across his flesh. 

He never knows. 

how the softest kisses 

are my confessions,

fingers tripping 

over the lines of his silhouette- 

layed out in the moonlight, 

then the sunlight, 

then hidden away (safe and sound) till next time...

He touches me 

like i am a porcelain doll, 

like i will break...

then,

in his next breath 

sucks my soul into his lungs; 

while thrusting 

like the thunder itself. 

Shaking 

the firmament of reality, 

but he doesnt know i feel this. 

I run, 

as soon as the sun 

bleeds through the blinds, 

i run. 

Before he knows hes won, 

i run. 

Fast, and far! 

Across the railroad tracks of my youth, 

back to the hood 

i know how to survive in.