# #🧡

3 poems

## [poison](https://chromato.graphics/poison)

the black bottle kept  
just out of reach  
of those who fear  
my obsidian liquid

a toxicology report:  
deadly in large doses  
but taken with care  
the hurting heals us

sure, share a nightcap  
wince with me in pain  
we need this to sting  
no easier, knowing it

small sips are sweet  
deeper drinks, bitter  
stone fruit can’t mask  
a burning this intense

scared to let you see  
me like this — red eyes  
pierce pewter framing  
you want, no, need to

as the spirit fully hits  
there’s no stopping this  
            _drink._  
the cork is broken now

## [stick](https://chromato.graphics/stick)

winter cherry, lush  
pressed to the pane :  
clear swirling glass,  
vessels for grapes

red print attracts  
gazes from gays  
strange artifacts  
mouths go astray

first contact lasts  
longer than stains  
washed away fast —  
much like our brains

they always say  
lips that disguise  
can’t be the way,  
but never the why

shouldn’t we just  
paint what we feel  
even if lips must  
become the meal

## [accident(ily)](https://chromato.graphics/accidentily)

one fifty-four  
is not the hour  
to send texts,  
no autocorrect

risky confessions  
clipped affections  
dimmed i love you’s  
from neon rooms

could be a typo  
should i just lol  
or say her name,  
reply the same?

an oops can’t erase  
the thrumming bass  
as juniper slips  
from her bruised lips

tripping on her tongue  
_fuck. uhh. drunk. umm._  
not that  
not yet

or at least —  
not like this