Like two hearts,
beating hands against
a flame
in the cold.
Singed with warmth,
screaming in joy,
warm outside.
Blue blood.
Exhaling vulgarities
through locked jaws
and a grin.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
Like two hearts,
beating hands against
a flame
in the cold.
Singed with warmth,
screaming in joy,
warm outside.
Blue blood.
Exhaling vulgarities
through locked jaws
and a grin.
