Wet Earthenware from Offering by Solstice

Fuck me in the rosebed
Taste the sun on my lips
Beating on your chest
The forest floor on my fists

Won't you let me in?
And can't you see I'm trying
To leave my imprint
On a skin so resistant

Falling into you again,
Comfort is my favourite friend
Cyclical softness to condemn
Savouring you're elegance
Makes me fall blind again
Surrender to the shape of your hands

Lick your filthy fingertips, Wet Earthenware
You're sculpting out my shape in the bed
It's hard to see the tangibility of what's left
The darkness of our sky extends

We fell apart so silently and
I suffocate on our debris and our
Synthetic possibility
You shaped me to fit in your heart but
Why'd you let me go this far while
You leave me to dry and I don't even know where you are

Lick your filthy fingertips, Wet Earthenware
You're sculpting out my shape in the bed
It's hard to see the tangibility of what's left
The darkness of our sky extends

It must feel nice to be standing on your side
Don't know what it's like to feel this wanted
But I tried not to cry
You know I'd never make you my comfort
So why'd I have to suffer?

Lick your filthy fingertips, Wet Earthenware
You're sculpting out my shape in the bed
It's hard to see the tangibility of what's left
The darkness of our sky extends

• Alternative
• Experimental
• Self Produced
• independent artist
• Toronto