achillesink:

girl love is golden through and through

dribbles from my lip like half-eaten honey
there is a jar of all-berry jam where my heart should be
i am not allowed to touch it
lest i messy up my filching fingers
this too is a rule in girl love

i can tell you about the Homesick if you’d like
how it exists for people too
when i’m Girlsick
there is longing in me instead of blood
i slice myself ajar just to catch another wisp of her
a lesson in aromatic self-harm

once i read the german novel PERFUME by patrick suskind
just to put a word to her every scent
pomegranatebloodlettingbesidecinnamonbark
fig trees slit through the legs
leftover-cereal-milk-gone-soft which i refuse to drink because it reminds me of her thighs
wasted milk is prettier than spilt milk
butterknife skim
white tea and whipped cream
(sugar)(silk)(rain)(face)(jasmine)(fingers)
pine needles and pine cones and pine sap purple-pink unbranched inflorescence of mexican origin
bergamot as delivered by the devil
and words of another tongue
―el palo de rosa y sangre de la ciruela

i have not touched myself since the flowers stopped smelling
even though i reek of sorrows and unsorries

i return to her door again and again
especially when she is not home

velvetmysoul: