"I urge you, pry the quiet crimson openunder the dying embers of the blood orange sky.Ragged..."

“

I urge you,

pry the quiet crimson open

under the dying embers of the

blood orange sky.

Ragged words expelled

in a breathless arrhythmic pause,

coating the ridges of our raw

and urgent tongues.

We must intertwine,

lip upon lip,

soul upon soul,

to know the truth behind these opal eyes.

Search for me here,

blindly and recklessly,

burn your edges on the fiery passion

growing like wildfire in our maws.

My lips shall not object

to your blue and thirsty flame,

trapping infinite moments in time.

We must intertwine,

we must intertwine.

”

- Rebecca C.  (via wnq-writers)