when you're there i pine for you
like a stupid little intellectual
i theorize your face
make up stories about your eyelids
how they close like a hardcover book
sheltering your wisdom from the judge
you let it spill out to me
your ***** brine
tenderizing my leathery exterior
into broken down, cured meat
you freed me with your trust
i was savory, salty with your laughter on my tongue
you've been waiting for me
but i cannot come
if we are to ever be in the same room again, together
i would smother you and oppress you with
love, tainted by imaginary things
like the fable of us
like my contentment
like your hand in mine
clasping surely,
silently,
home
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
when you're there i pine for you
like a stupid little intellectual
i theorize your face
make up stories about your eyelids
how they close like a hardcover book
sheltering your wisdom from the judge
you let it spill out to me
your ***** brine
tenderizing my leathery exterior
into broken down, cured meat
you freed me with your trust
i was savory, salty with your laughter on my tongue
you've been waiting for me
but i cannot come
if we are to ever be in the same room again, together
i would smother you and oppress you with
love, tainted by imaginary things
like the fable of us
like my contentment
like your hand in mine
clasping surely,
silently,
home
