LiberTeeLove

I close my eyes and we are mists floating into each other
Dim night shades gliding into one another
Our lips like two atomic clouds, intentionally colliding
My lids softly flutter at the thought…each molecule disintegrating for a purpose
Tingling as they dissipate into the moment

I am angry behind my shades.

Underneath my yellow wool trench coat, I am a thin
layer of gray.

In between the mists of my coconut cream scent I am the foul
stench of disappointment.

Infused in curly-hair cream and extra black mascara is a follicle of a fool, completely refuting a fantasy shattered by preparation and foiled by the consistent inconsistency that I feared would ruin my memory.

your feet smell like cheese
but surprisingly i dont
feel hungry…at all