Exhaust pipes
leak nervous purple dreams,
the stardust that shines
through my fingers
will blind the audience.
Come at me and I will eat
your face, I say.
No words spilt, only your embrace
counts.
Don’t ever leave me, I think.
Traffic jams. My arteries are the blocked
roads through which you try to move,
slither, towards me.
The air is coarse. Doomed mountains
of despair loom in the distance.
Are you sure you want to advance?
I like the combination of images and sensory details—“leak nervous purple dreams” “air is coarse”—and I also like that you ended it with a question. The dialogue introduces the idea of a relationship dynamic that is interesting. There are a lot of wonderful lines here!