The smell of tobacco: intoxicating, elusive, hypnotic, like zipping a pair of thigh high leather boots, a corset drawn a bit too tight, freshly trimmed pubic hair, his armpit at noon.
The moment it comes to a flame everything is new.
In that alchemical change, solid to gas, luscious to putrid, becoming nauseating, becoming intolerable. It imbues everything with its own lingering history like you stepped in dog shit and parked your shoes on the heat register. The moment we once loved it for its camp, now repulsed by its power.
In the hair, on the clothes (not just his clothes, but now mine too – fuck you), the fingers, the teeth, and the breath, oh, that breath.
Stains on the teeth, an index of the tool, such pathetic horror, like being afraid of clowns, or moving to the suburbs. But that breath! Not an index at all just dirty leftovers, wreckage, hetero sex!
That breath! Inhaling his kiss is a perversion, an affront to mortality, a punch to the gut, a kick to the genitals, the blood rushing back to a nipple clamped for too long. I’d rather burn from the means than be tortured with the end.
Light another when I’m done.
The moment it comes to a flame everything is new.
In that alchemical change, solid to gas, luscious to putrid, becoming nauseating, becoming intolerable. It imbues everything with its own lingering history like you stepped in dog shit and parked your shoes on the heat register. The moment we once loved it for its camp, now repulsed by its power.
In the hair, on the clothes (not just his clothes, but now mine too – fuck you), the fingers, the teeth, and the breath, oh, that breath.
Stains on the teeth, an index of the tool, such pathetic horror, like being afraid of clowns, or moving to the suburbs. But that breath! Not an index at all just dirty leftovers, wreckage, hetero sex!
That breath! Inhaling his kiss is a perversion, an affront to mortality, a punch to the gut, a kick to the genitals, the blood rushing back to a nipple clamped for too long. I’d rather burn from the means than be tortured with the end.
Light another when I’m done.