So make me scream
in disgust and delight
under your touch that
holds the weight of the
world just beneath the
pores and prints.
Make me cry
in sorrow and joy
with your lips
as they push against
mine like a car crash
or a freight train picking
up speed as it heads straight
for the station.
Make me laugh
in irony and sincerity
beneath your gaze
that haunts my
dreams and thoughts
like ghosts in the garden
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 9:37 AM UTC
So make me scream
in disgust and delight
under your touch that
holds the weight of the
world just beneath the
pores and prints.
Make me cry
in sorrow and joy
with your lips
as they push against
mine like a car crash
or a freight train picking
up speed as it heads straight
for the station.
Make me laugh
in irony and sincerity
beneath your gaze
that haunts my
dreams and thoughts
like ghosts in the garden
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