liquid smooth

i am tempered glass, liquid smooth, sly and fluid when graced with warmth, yet a hollow and cracking silhouette at the slightest touch

i cannot contain such beauty, brain, a huddled mass, soft and screeching, i am wondrous dopamine, receptors firing obsession right into you, you cannot escape what you think you love

feel skin, she crawls, full of life, shifting and breathing, the magic of surface tension, the only thing keeping you from falling right into me

an apple, aglow and with sheen, plummeting from tree of falsity and splendor, catch me and bite into ash, you wish i was what you thought

capture me in a picture, ageless as love and timeless as dying, you look behind glossy eyes in a photograph that has a thousand words telling you why you should leave

this novel, from beginning to an impossible end, pages filling and compiling, there is no finish to a story who’s only words are “im sorry”

im liquid smooth, adorn yourself in silk woven for a body so perfect, and isnt it perfect? in my prime, ripe, about to fall