Steel rose
The Crocodile
Cigarettes After Sex
Dim Seattle
Steel with scent
Of rose
Welded by heat
Of Cigarettes After Sex
With the sweat of
Swaying to songs
You look at me
And smile
In a concert crowd
Of collared shirts
You’re focusing
On me
Dim lights
Drowning in the
Atmosphere
Standing room only
Colorful lipstick rust
On the petals
Cascades
Through the air
You take its thorns
And you put them
In your mouth
Like dark chocolate
Hanging off of lips
Romantic sentiments
Paradoxical
Apocalypse
Melting together
Sweet as caramel
And savory
Like sea salt
Among the crowd
We have our
Comforts in
Each other
Holding your waist
And kissing you deep
Consume Reality! 