★ poetry (3)

"boy, girl" -- part two

i'd like it if you made my lips sore

suckled on skin, flushed red, rose

i wouldnt mind if you pulled my hair

breathe against my pulse, warm air

but youre nothing more than a picture

a moving scene, it hurts

made up of ink and lines

within your black and white eyes

my heart lies

and when i draw you

so sweet, pure, too

youre the only one who gets me

yet your structure is paper, not meat

your muscles are hidden under lines

your hair is fine, drawn streaks of mine

floating on a page

from me, innate 

you, i create

ill take you somewhere nice

roses, picnic tables, wine

ill draw a scene

you holding a glass, serene

with a peaceful grin

forever trapped in this scene youre in

if only i had the real thing

(no, these poems are not exactly personal. its pure storytelling ^^)