Red velvet

why do you cover your eyes when I cry out your name? Are you afraid of the world pulling out the rug from our feet? will you surface from the depths of our smoky, wet, starving sounds to know my depth of feelings for you? I frequently have to pause and reflect on the past because I know it pains you so, yet as we speak masterfully without tongues, it hurts in a good place… knowing we can capture this without having our heartbeats off synch in a clockless world.

The moment we realize we can sink into the red velvet without drowning ourselves is when we start feeling alive.

Yet, as we sink into despair, the poverty of our starvation continues. Our eyes tell each other we are full, yet when we look back to our worst fears, they are dying.

I won’t let you die.

Being in hell, you have saved me.

My nose climbs into your red velvet as I feel folds and sensations climb and dip and pull. Is this how we feel anything anymore? Under the blanket of ultra-sensitive tyranny, you make me want and pant and scream, only when you want me to. And when you want me to stop.

Kisses that feel like avalanches, but soft fluttery petals on the wind.

I’m starting to let mystery out and voices in. I won’t let myself close off my hearing to animate my anger.

It’s in your red eyes, so exciting and fucking exhausted.

When will I find the strength to save us, save you, save me?

I sink into your red velvet, whispering white hot nothings on a pillow of your own bloody redemption.

The nightmare of life creates only the circle of death.

Dissonance, I fear it is. Madness, you say we are.

But I linger in your arms, so very close, with your sad eyes and warm lips.

Frantically searching for an explanation that would never come. I create the folds of red velvet in our lab of creationism, staving off the catacombs of past and present eternity,

Our love aiming to be a bullet to any cowardice and doubt, the judgment of wrath weathering our heads like a gonging cathedral bell.