His rockcandy ribcage,
And collarbones an alien terrain.
Hips that could splinter diamonds --
Cosmically estranged.
His eyes: sunken meteorites.
Neck strangled in lovebites
My skin. And his skin:
Rock with intoxicating blight.
More than anyone wants to know
- Christian
- Seattle, Washington
- I am a carbon-based life form with a state of the art heart. I'm a little too cynical for my liking. But it's okay. I deal. I wouldn't have considered buying a lot of the books on my bookshelf if it hadn't been for their covers. The same cannot be said for the magazines I own. I do not actually own a bookshelf, just so you know.
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