Six minutes into midnight
and you're already fighting for dominance
The sheets aren't as clean and
the breeze whispers the words I can't
The proximity of our chests and
how far you've come is still unmistakably balanced
The soft hiss of your breath still resembles muffled screams—
noises beneath the stillness of your lungs
Six minutes into midnight
and there are untouched mountains outside our window.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
Six minutes into midnight
and you're already fighting for dominance
The sheets aren't as clean and
the breeze whispers the words I can't
The proximity of our chests and
how far you've come is still unmistakably balanced
The soft hiss of your breath still resembles muffled screams—
noises beneath the stillness of your lungs
Six minutes into midnight
and there are untouched mountains outside our window.
a.u.
