thoughts of you come in pairs
like stanzas of the most beautiful poem ever written
yes
you
you read like an open book
tattooed with elloquent confessions
and articulate interpretations of the thrum of existence
i'd trade any gem
from the shelves of my library
to be able to run my fingers down your dusty spine once more
and read your vertebrae like braille
my phalanges eagerly slurping the sweetness of your flesh
oh
you
sole proprietor of the laylines of my fingertips
well versed in the science of touch
the world-class professor of the art of feeling
you taught me to feel everything
in a blurb of sunlit hours
ah
what i'd give
to be a page-number in your story
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
thoughts of you come in pairs
like stanzas of the most beautiful poem ever written
yes
you
you read like an open book
tattooed with elloquent confessions
and articulate interpretations of the thrum of existence
i'd trade any gem
from the shelves of my library
to be able to run my fingers down your dusty spine once more
and read your vertebrae like braille
my phalanges eagerly slurping the sweetness of your flesh
oh
you
sole proprietor of the laylines of my fingertips
well versed in the science of touch
the world-class professor of the art of feeling
you taught me to feel everything
in a blurb of sunlit hours
ah
what i'd give
to be a page-number in your story
to the sweetest thing that's ever come and gone
quicker than lightning's strike
and somehow
everlasting
