Black Medusa

I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You’ll never see, but you will know. I’ll be all the poets, I’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in time, and every time loves written in all the strands it will be to you.

She says she loved every girl like summer: bright and warm and fleeting, never too deep because she'd be gone soon.

Kiss me once Kiss me twice Come on pretty baby kiss me Come on pretty baby kiss me Come on pretty baby kiss me deadly

Your honeyed eyes, Juventius, If someone let me go on kissing, I would kiss them three hundred thousand times Nor never think I’d had enough, Not if our osculation’s crop Were closer-packed than ripe corn-ears.

We could kiss and just cut the rubbish Then I might be on to somethin' I ain't givin' you one in public I'm givin' you hundreds, fuck it [...] And when we French, refresh, gimme two When I bite that lip, come get me too He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too, uh Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh

...Suns can set and rise again, For us, once our brief light has set, There's one unending night for sleeping. Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, Then another hundred, then a second hundred, Then still another thousand, then a hundred; Then, when we've made many thousands, We'll muddle them so as not to know Or lest some villain overlook us Knowing the total number of our kisses.

THIEF

I just need to find the right thief someone who can steal me; heart, body and soul.

Your song is playing and it never fails you kiss me like you need me to breath kiss me like I never failed you.

I love you like a lung loves oxygen and the vein loves blood, I need you like the tides need to the moon and the moon needs the sun, you are the sun. I’d fight the sun, I’d steal his chariot for you I’d fall from the sky if it amused you I’d fall on my sword just to make you laugh I’d chase you for eternity and hold you for even longer when I caught you I’d twist myself into a laurel crown of thorns and dig into your head. Saying I’d live for you isn’t enough. Saying I’d die for you isn’t enough.

...Called her, saying, "Turn to me, O my Sappho;" Yet she turned her face from the Loves, she saw not Tears for laughter darken immortal eyelids,   Heard not about her Fearful fitful wings of the doves departing, Saw not how the bosom of Aphrodite Shook with weeping, saw not her shaken raiment,   Saw not her hands wrung; Saw the Lesbians kissing across their smitten Lutes with lips more sweet than the sound of lute-strings, Mouth to mouth and hand upon hand, her chosen,   Fairer than all men; Only saw the beautiful lips and fingers, Full of songs and kisses and little whispers, Full of music; only beheld among them...

I remember chasing you through Samarkand, thrilling to think I might touch the loosening strands of your hair.