#the mischief maker

[georgialeerose]

I met you on a cold night, feeling sad, wandering toward the local thinking on how the cosmos shattered my star.

I met you at a table, you sitting across, your familiar eyes like lucid nature stilling, reaching roots into my own. I saw you devour my body draped in tight neon pink as I climbed down from a stool to order another drink.

I spoke of kings so eagerly wishing for them to lay their crowns but because dust became them those kingdoms let me down. I denied your offer to drive me home that night; I ignored the flame your discontent orbs seemed to ignite.

I next saw you a while, the cosmos emitting a dark nebulous over me, I paid you little attention though when I met you was on my mind.

A fool acknowledged me in slander so I sat to make my move, fire dancing brighter, I coiled into you.

I kissed you on the dance floor, like I knew I eventually would, I clung nails to your shoulders as if this was not wrong. I held your hands in excess gazing into your lips smiling like a lover when your hands delved on my hips.

Acting like a couple when I knew you not at all I held you back on inclination and merged your mouth in mine.

I sat on your lap on roads and waves, nose nuzzled to your cheek, humming placidity in each kiss fumbling ever weak.

I spoke with you for hours, embraced between the sheets, embarrassed by my histories, and with yours I can't compete.

You fucked me raw at dawn and I woke to the drawl of good morning, morrow or moaning, which one it was I can't recall. I readied myself for disappointment and wondered on your soul earthen and capricious I liked the way you smelled. You cradled me and whispered sweet everything's and touched me gentler than ever the others had. I mused on you and sex with you and lay with you in dreams but boys with straight staring eyes' intentions are never as they seem. And all your sweetness turned to rot all kind words mere nothings now. I met you with my towers down; you met me with a frown.

[georgialeerose]

Maybe alcohol really is a bad thing if it makes me tell him exactly what I am thinking and feeling. I know I told myself to be honest this time around, not play the subconscious mind games I always seem to unknowingly fall into, and it doesn't exactly have him running for the pasture but it just feels strange, too soon and sort of nice. This has only been going on for a week; I don't do half speed. You are either all, or nothing-to-me. Here is to not self-sabotaging and to being content with my love life for once.

[georgialeerose]

Cold night maybe sad night, long day in pink jeans, cashmere, blonde hair, come here. I wander dropped by a mother in pyjamas wanting to join and not wanting to join and seeing friends and strangers on an outdoor table, sun sweltering down though this is the moon's reign and I swim in blacks biting chill to reach you - but I need poison bubbling beer, bubbling here, oh where to look at all this confusion and the churning in my stomach like maybe this is a pity invite so I look left a little diagonal but really straight across and, for the third time, my fires meet earth. My eyes meet yours. Do not burn me out like the cosmos, do not bury me like the dragon, refine me with your soil and help these embers grow. Hello.