young and sick, you walk across floor, crushing red velvet like blood capsules bursting, between my fingers, you were called Capulat, i never Romeo, pretend to be Juliet just young and sick and dead.
lambchop, you are young and sick
the ocean wants to marry you
in the past, i whispered and i can't hear you, i whisper
, i can't get near you, it's too hot
you are the whole element of fire
and all i see is smoke
falling into puddles of myself, on rose carpet,
near dusty chairs alone in a cold house, crushing velvet, holding footsteps silently
echoing my own perfume
the church of dancers, the church of two woman lovers, the church of your hands tangled in mine, those perfect fingers i want to suck between my teeth and tongue and almost
bite, but never so just kiss,
velvet on velvet, on skin, on skin
young and sick and
damned
be my friend
