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I remember: you, in black lace ******* and little else, crushed close by gravity, weak winter afternoon sunlight streaming in and out of your car, HD Netflix in your backseat. my fingers drumming insistently upon your collar bone, my mouth pressed against your shoulder as I sing so softly in your ear, a concert for one. ((only you're invited)) your hair all over your bare back and black lace wedged up tight against your muscle. your lips are cold against my skin and our feet are ******* freezing and the heater is all the way up but not nearly enough. I let my fingers parse through your vertebrae, Dr. Lecter planning a meal; slice here, cleave there, remove viscera, season and cook: magnifique. time and history are mercury in my clenched fist; my nails are biting into my skin, and liquid silver moments gone by are flowing freely from my slackened grip.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
hannah hunt was playing on the stereo
I remember: you, in black lace ******* and little else, crushed close by gravity, weak winter afternoon sunlight streaming in and out of your car, HD Netflix in your backseat. my fingers drumming insistently upon your collar bone, my mouth pressed against your shoulder as I sing so softly in your ear, a concert for one. ((only you're invited)) your hair all over your bare back and black lace wedged up tight against your muscle. your lips are cold against my skin and our feet are ******* freezing and the heater is all the way up but not nearly enough. I let my fingers parse through your vertebrae, Dr. Lecter planning a meal; slice here, cleave there, remove viscera, season and cook: magnifique. time and history are mercury in my clenched fist; my nails are biting into my skin, and liquid silver moments gone by are flowing freely from my slackened grip.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
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