*I don't mean to say all of these wordy riffs
All I'm trying to say is that
I want the tufts of your hair
in my brittle open hand
I want my fingers in every nook,
Every room in your mind
I want something to latch onto
When our bodies are rendering smoke*
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
*I don't mean to say all of these wordy riffs
All I'm trying to say is that
I want the tufts of your hair
in my brittle open hand
I want my fingers in every nook,
Every room in your mind
I want something to latch onto
When our bodies are rendering smoke*
