“Be Daring, Darling”

Rianna Gurevitch

allow your arms to drape across my chest with intention: you want to see their awe, you want to see their revolt. wisp your willowy words across my ear, mocking their despair with your divine tongue. among a dinner of damaged hearts, I’d adore seeing their heads twist and warp into gooey brain parts as they see you sipping burgundy-stained lips, my only reason to breathe in disdain. tug the torso of my blouse as I bless the mess of your mouth swallow my swollen smile make a spectacle of our love for the first time. there’s purpose in privacy but sorrow in secrecy. could we forget the frightening and proceed seamlessly? sink your nails into the nape of my neck grip onto a hopeful reality they will take our crimson insides and throw them in our faces we’re fighting for an oath we can’t guarantee they’ll make we’re jaded in our love, careful where we lay it if it’s become too much, maybe we’ll forfeit so I’ll wipe the tears as they fall into my wine as I burn their faces in my mind.

“It’s something that has a heavy double meaning.”