frantic
hands ripping through air
reaching for a grasp
on your sadness
I have been
will be
am
enraptured in your temperature.
contented in contempt
for your fairytale past
impossible
to impact
yet coveting the forbidden
taste
of imprints
in your reality
sparks a dorment sentiment
of such coarse,
rough reciprocity
tempting taste of your bliss
come close
and through shifting smoke
we can descend into
crude togetherness
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
frantic
hands ripping through air
reaching for a grasp
on your sadness
I have been
will be
am
enraptured in your temperature.
contented in contempt
for your fairytale past
impossible
to impact
yet coveting the forbidden
taste
of imprints
in your reality
sparks a dorment sentiment
of such coarse,
rough reciprocity
tempting taste of your bliss
come close
and through shifting smoke
we can descend into
crude togetherness
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