Paperread

If our kisses were ripe enough

They would have fallen from the branch into my mouth

As sensible things went south

Over our heads

You never wished you were dead, or I

But I stopped being surprised when he did

I don't feel like a kid

Something I'm rid of now

Or just became conscious of how

My words are tilted

Like the plane fixed in my vision

My brain on smoke, afraid of what I took

Afraid of what I broke, afraid of what I become

Being overexposed to anyone (Anyone)

Over static brightout

And my sleepy hips

Afraid of bucking into it

Open lips craving the buckling into his

Lips and tongue and teeth

Nothing can be enough of deep

When there's no feel left to try

Do people up and die?

You're saying you need me

I need to go silently into that night, tonight

I'm pinned most nights to my bed

With my unbrushed teeth

And unbrushed the hair on my head

Can't move but I've said a thousand words pinned to my covers

Papergirl in paperbed

Paperworld

Finger-comb my paper bedhead

Don't rip my paperread

(Don't rip my paperread)

(Don't rip my paperread)