It's no wonder that the bowis almost shaped as a heart,or a pair of lips so tautfrom the ache in anticipation.This should be obvious by now,our skin animated from contact,a silent contract that survivespast what bodies remember.I'll touch you and...
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The dark language our bodies have learnedmay not survive beyond this night,this whirlwind of feral flesh, maybe that is the way we need it. You will ask if we are morethan a body ceaselessly penetrated,more than lustful vessels writhing.This is where the...
I'll remember you the way I want,links in a perfect looping chain....The nights are beginning to cooland even though our blood is hot,still tapering with prolonged summer,the wind races across our skin nowand hints at the seasons to come.The clear...
Something not anchored in love drifted far beyond our reach, exempt from our careful touch, I'll be able to understand you one day. I'm still here in this dark room, broken by such little things, a stray strand of auburn hair, the most brief hint of perfume.Forever...
You're still the reason I wait for winter, why I drive through the dark valley alone, our city merely a distant afterglow, a beautiful and dangerous element rippling through the heart. Perhaps too familiar to hold on to anymore, maybe there's too much painto still carry this...