one. its all you. you are the one who slips the first seed past your own two lips. your fingers taste like everything your mother never wanted you to have. its all you. you never expected to be glad. two. its like a shotgun, how he slips it in his mouth before slipping it into yours. the smoke is on the sweetness of his breath, sage and cloves and pieces of his soul. three. is sealed with more than a kiss, it’s sealed with your legs (miles long, clad in woodlands and feeling like silk) and his hips and toxic promises. he promises you fate that lasts forever. you grow wildflowers over his heart and give him everything you’re worth. four. he is the terror of all gods and he himself is terrified. he calls you beautiful, he names you queen, he lays every jewel at your feet and only in his surrender are you satisfied. five. tastes like blood. it weeps from his lips and mama said it would taste like death, said it would taste like sacrifice. she said it would taste like hell burned black. his lips make your lips bloody, but never will it ever taste like death. six. you take it like you have every other beautiful thing. you take it because it’s yours. (through sweetness through madness and dreamlike surrender) it’s all you and it’s all him and in this you will live forever.
hades and perspephone // l.b.
