Plaster
A peck on the brim of your lips
Drops a dew of tar to my fingertips
I invade your land and embrace your cheek with my nails
The residue kisses down my palm and engulfs my hand
My hands accelerate down your shoulder to grasp your hands
My underarms drain as my forearms is buried in this tar
The curse they've been plagued protrude my fingers
to lurk out the texture of your back
It senses my aura and potential then demands and takes my legs
I pull you down to the unforgiving ground to wrap my legs
around you similar if to protect your purity
Your body boils mine and my responds to cool both of us off
Sweat, I wipe my forehead clean
My thoughts our clouded and my actions of love become
aggression of greed
My blood turns from crimson of life to black of manipulation
The heart drop morals and my lips part ways
I tell you I love you when I don't
I tell you we'll be together forever when I don't mean it
Though I do not, it's too late
The tar wrapped us around each other
Sallowed us both
On this day, a child was made
And the eyes were black as tar
-Adam. K
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