the looks

When moments leave their mark

Like that night i made out
with kristen stewart’s boyfriend
i only dug him as an actor
but the whisky ran dry and 
his lips were damp with greed 
earlier that evening i had 
watched his movie in which 
he played a manic heartbreak
in love with uma thermun
his hands felt stellar on my 
hip bones, raising 
goosebumps across my skin
all the party eyes a distant force
and while we may have yielded to 
exhibitionism, all i could feel 
was the tiny bag of rapture i had
rolled in few nights prior,
hypnotized by the glow of radiance 
and effervescent exposure