"Have you ever tried choking?" He asked nonchalantly.
“No,” she said. with a wrinkled nose of disapproval

“Want to try it?” His approach couldn't hide his excitement
“Ok,” she said, absent-mindedly running her index finger over his lips.

“you  can  choke  me,” she added slowly,
“if I can stab you repeatedly
with the 7 inch stainless steel
nail-file I keep under my pillow.”
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Songs for this:
Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin
Better By Myself by Hey Violet

once, a blonde, sandy head entered my view,
with eyes of clear skies, shiny drops of dew,
a laugh of windchimes and stars, ringing true,
a smile of cherry cola, sweet and new.
transfixed, i gazed, entranced and enchanted,
at the misty sunlight, almost dancing
around her, as seeds were firmly planted,
at the sight of a nymph prancing.
but suddenly, i was back in English,
and she was looking at me, the angel,
her soft dimples framing her face, sheepish,
as she reached for a pen, somehow graceful,
while i stuttered out a yes, mumbling,
and cupid groaned, my own heart stumbling.

cracks in my knuckles,
notches in my palms,

I fantasize that
you braid my hair and
us lying
       curled around eachother
on my bed.
you
       breathing soflty
inside my arms
as we look
       through the roof's window
at the night,
       crashing gently.

Vestigial fragrances spill into the taste of her fruit
I’m wandering like Alice through your wonderland
Tickling wisps of her hair brushing through my skin like gossamer
I’m swimming in pools of ethereal waters
Wading the waves to crash upon her needy shore.

Halcyon hours spent in serendipity
Her voice rang like seraphic honey
Sweet like candy, I’ve grown a sweet tooth
Iridescent colors slick her opening and I can taste a rainbow.

Evanescent moments caught entwined
Our bodies converse like old friends,
Talking with a reverence for past times
Post tide, in landslides
Where we collide and collapse
Mouth dried, lungs spent
Chasing breath in the wilderness of our love.

She speaks to me in crepuscular displays
Diamonds in the black of her eyes.
As the rain poured down,
I kissed away the saline,
And breathed in her petrichor delight.

Don’t wake me —
I’m down in the rabbit hole
Further down I go,
Lost in her like a lingering madness.
Curiouser and curiouser.

As the story goes
Once in devils due
The secret chord
Guitar been tuned.

As did I I am sure
you heared it too
About crossroads
About the blues.

As the story goes
From late till soon
Midnight to come
Be found with you.

As did I I am sure
That you did too
Played to the dawn
Best you could.

As the story goes
Waited through
As bobby johnson
As howlin wolf

As did I I am sure
Nor you a clue
But think to know
Thought knew

As the story goes
Man ask you
To hand it over
Then you do

As did I I am sure
Everyone would
As the deal closed
Played first tune

As the story goes
Once in devils due
Forever be at owe
Forever beautiful

As did I I am sure
God understood
Loving borrowed
Felt just as good

As the story goes
One bout the fools
At every won
Much they loose

As did I I am sure
My soul did too
As blue the gold
While green the blue

As the story goes
Once in devils due
The whole world
In heart bein fooled

As did I I am sure
Had many confused
As the sayin goes
Last joke be on you

As the story goes
And if death refuse
As to dare to cross
What devil took

As did I I am sure
Just as you would
Forget turn a stone
While laying roots

As the story goes
Trees bare fruit
In debt with soul
Be bad be good

As did I I am sure
That we all had to
At last had come
Oh so free and true.

Children wonder what

it would be like to be dead --


but not: to be old.