This weird taste evolves from my tongue.
Poisoning my mouth with magenta colored memories,
The rush of all our senses turning into
washing away the unity that holds us together-
I move my tongue throughout my mouth
trying to make myself believe that life is tasteless.
The sweetness of two lips soaking in turquoise splashes of lust,
the smell of rosebud almost crawling up your lovers chest.
train tracks that take my words away from me.
the eyes turn into golden red rubies.
The moon reflects-
on every golden blue eye lash.
THE FEMALE ZOO