You never told me your wish
so I do wonder
if I am making it come true
scavenge for your sweet hands
pin them, bite the freckles
off
I do not just want you
inside of me
I want to digest you and
be
what you want.
The blonde rain
little daisies from angels say
you love me, love me not
you love me like a stone
we did not skip
but sheltered in a wooden box
with
plastic holes as skylights.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
You never told me your wish
so I do wonder
if I am making it come true
scavenge for your sweet hands
pin them, bite the freckles
off
I do not just want you
inside of me
I want to digest you and
be
what you want.
The blonde rain
little daisies from angels say
you love me, love me not
you love me like a stone
we did not skip
but sheltered in a wooden box
with
plastic holes as skylights.
