maybe damage seeks out damage
the way stains on a mattress halo into one another
the way stains on a mattress bleed into each other."
Art History Meme | 2/8 Sculptures/Other Media
La Mort d’Abel by Vincent Feugere des Forts
1865, Musée d’Orsay
I know that our love is more than naked bodies.
It was the night we sat on the railroad tracks
when we both discovered our hearts are the
color of stoplights, but we could never be stilled.
They were too frantic—shaking our chests, like
a drum, yet it was rhythmic. We were in a trance.
You told me that the capillaries in your lungs
felt like tiny upside down trees. I have always
been connected with the veins in my hands.
They remind me of a river. I cannot explain
why, but you were never afraid to tell me that
we are intertwined with the veins in my hands.
Your skin and mine together. I imagine the trees
in its purest form and the river is inhaling quietly.
You and I are still at the train tracks.
Our hearts are still shaking, but
We are naked and pure.
Bastille // What Would You Do
the bite marks I left
on your neck
the silky beads
of red quietly
the indents on your skin
your eyes were wide
but not in fear
or in pain
but begging me to
make you feel
the closeness to
hell or heaven
over and over