spit-tears's diary

spit-tears's Diaryland Diary

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notifications silenced

glow and hum
My body won’t silence notifications.

I prepare myself for sleep by
Fighting the vibration that radiates from my core
If I let it flow freely the mattress will melt.

You fear I am a neutron star-
The remanence of catastrophe-
All the inertia of what I’ve had to offer.
denser than the sun.
compact
potential.

Deliberately, mindfully, braiding my hair
the tips tickling my cherry-red burnt shoulder blades.

Left to my imagination, my split ends become
your persuasive kisses
making sanctuary of my summer hot skin.

Am I merely a burning mass?
Should you protect your lips?

Water meet fire—hiss
Your lust my desire- kiss
Space could be infinite and dark
But synchronicity is a work of art.

12:10 am - Saturday, May. 28, 2022

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