(escapril, day 24: liar, liar)

I can’t wait to make you slip.

I see the way you stumble over your sentences when I look past your eyes.

The way the acid rises to the top of your throat.

I see it foaming, white and creamy.

I’ll lap it up, baby, lap it all up.

Let’s keep it simple.

You’re the one I want.

And you want me too.

You can’t deny it-there’s always been pictures.

The flash in your eyes and a green tint to your hair.

Tilting that bony chin towards the angle of my lips.

Collecting each word I drop like spare change.

Take me to church when the pastor’s on vacation.

Whisper something slippery sweet,

Melted chocolate in my ear.

I can wipe, but it’ll only make the mess worse.

Crawl under the pews,

As if they’ll hide us from view.

Milk and honey,

Strawberries and cream,

Looking at you makes me hungry.

I want your something hot in my stomach.

I’m sick of pleasantries.

Your fingers are just that sweetness,

Halfway innocent.

A subliminal tease,

Feel it tingle down your spine.

Shut up and kiss me stupid.