his sheets felt like the ocean on my skin
so i forced his head head under the surface
while i counted his eyelashes.
his hands looked like paper lace
so i grabbed his fingers tighter
and brought them to my lips.
his shoulders smell like the floor of a forest of pine trees
so i laid my head on his chest
roped my fingers through his hair
while the lights flickered in his basement
i wonder who let him hold the keys to his own chest
or the cradle for his own mind
his structure of patience is beyond architecture
and his touch of my spine is beyond medicine
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
his sheets felt like the ocean on my skin
so i forced his head head under the surface
while i counted his eyelashes.
his hands looked like paper lace
so i grabbed his fingers tighter
and brought them to my lips.
his shoulders smell like the floor of a forest of pine trees
so i laid my head on his chest
roped my fingers through his hair
while the lights flickered in his basement
i wonder who let him hold the keys to his own chest
or the cradle for his own mind
his structure of patience is beyond architecture
and his touch of my spine is beyond medicine
September 2013
