temptation is masked
within the cloud that protrudes his lips
with the hatching of creativity
as some sort of green light
begging you to exhume forward.
inhaling through your chest
caused a spark to fizzle in the
crawlspace of my thoughts.
as if it wasn’t something beautiful
rather than sardonically sinister
and indulgent. i can’t sit here and pretend
that you’re not the reason stars
come shooting out from behind my eyes.