i press the gun to his cheek, and I'm so sure I could pull the trigger/ his eyes are wild, but not half as wild as I feel/ do it, he whispers/ my blood is hot, and i'm thrilled by the recklessness that spills from my pores/ oh, doesn't he know? his word is my one belief/ his lips are my religion/ instead, i press my mouth to his and feel the fire in me flare/ does this kill him too? i want to scream in frustration- he is so completely unfathomable/ does this inspire him? i hear the gun clatter on the pavement as it slips from my fingers, which move to tangle in his hair/ his hands are all over me, driving me insane, insane/ stars have escaped the clutches of the sky and filled me instead, emanating wonder from my eyes/ i'm suddenly aware of cold metal pressing into my side/ the rumble of laughter- of distant thunder- vibrates in his form as he murmurs, i wonder what your blood will look like/ i smile against his lips and try in vain to catch my absconding sanity/ i tip my head back so he may feast on my neck, eyes rolling back in bliss/ my blood will look like your end, i promise/ i know it because every time i speak, the words settle on his tongue and in his eyes i see the world upturned by the taste/ i know it because every time we touch, lightning caught on fire charge through his tar black soul and rearrange his every atom/ he hums in agreement/ dragging the gun higher up to my neck/ suddenly, annoyance surges through me and i push him away/ i can't bear to look at his face/ i hate him/ he's beauty, he's terror/ i'm not afraid to say i'd die without him/
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