I spell “I love you” on the lines of your collarbone
and I always try to go from one end to another,
brushing calligraphy strokes with my tongue
and blotting your skin as a page with my lips.
I never really have finished saying it,
and I guess I never will
my motions are lost among your curves
and my lips almost always end up
meeting yours somewhere in the middle.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
I spell “I love you” on the lines of your collarbone
and I always try to go from one end to another,
brushing calligraphy strokes with my tongue
and blotting your skin as a page with my lips.
I never really have finished saying it,
and I guess I never will
my motions are lost among your curves
and my lips almost always end up
meeting yours somewhere in the middle.
