[ late on you ]

[ 2.36 PM ]

late on you
looks so good
good enough to
devour whole
but not too
much consumption
in fear of
losing control.
late in your
eyes looks so good
as if to say
don’t stop
what you’re doing
even if it’s worse
than pumping
poison directly
into my rusted
vermilion veins.
late on the floor
inbetween our toes
dances in and out
quickly as we
tango and twist
around in a mess
of each other.
you make me
believe that
there are no
fairy tales
or prince charming
endings
but cynical women
and horny men
hoping and humping
to the rainbow’s end.
and the late
leaves us with
light on our brow
showing shame on our
face as if to
stress mistakes
and spotlight
our salacious ways.