#desertinthemorning

exhaling a cotton candy breath
they’re embracing
my exposed organs
with layers of syrup and death

tasting like rust on my tongue
they get me wondering
if there’s any cigarette brand
inscripted on my left lung

oozing diamonds
they’re brutally
gathering charcoal steam
on my eyelids

intricate and resilient
they dissolve my skin
expanding their corrosive spiderwebs
endlessly
dripping an absurd infatuation
with your soul
into my bloodstream

these deserted mornings
their deserted dream.