Tounges and Tropics

There’s an Armageddon in your open mouth,
Screaming blasphemy
Teeth plagued with tar and rot
Coarse lips with open wrinkles on each bud

Kiss me you mortal
Your taste, that of bitter black coffee
Tongues and tropics of flesh intertwined into one
Veins bulging with blood
Chest-to-chest, hearts screaming until our eventual end

Our bursts of pink flames,
Warmness,
We’re both going to die
But we’re going to die tasting life

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