Emo

classic crackle in yesteryear vooshh the lighters finger pedal in a toyota to know you takes moments where we sift while listening to your kind of music. on other nights renaming your cervix curving thick suck my soul through your mouths my battalions gallop across our bridge and into you. This is the art of surrender accepting troops with a curled smile and a moon moan, hoofs shake the resonance of massage awakening the shoulder from the toe skin the city gates wild and thwack behold a pink threshold in the black companion. there are wings to reclaim along the cotton candy way past the petting zoo running sticky fingers slowly. along corrugation.