the sailor-scout of your head against m i n e
fades into silhouette
(like something good )
your brow is beating better than the oscillating fan sounds
that
we think of in moments like this..
learning that ********** is beautiful
when lies are shared
--the ****** ]in her breath presses skin outwards
.slipping off like goldtone wristwatch
like.flipping through polaroids of people you don't know anymore.
the best is over as the bra is unhooked and falls to the floor like a bad parachute
.
as if it could
slice through cities
you shoot a look as
bulma thighs bounce
like dinosaurs in the forest.
a long pink shirt
is enough to **** them
.reclaiming history through pantie-death
one pink imprint left behind at a time.
focus on the clouds
it is better if we don't know what happens to the marks
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
the sailor-scout of your head against m i n e
fades into silhouette
(like something good )
your brow is beating better than the oscillating fan sounds
that
we think of in moments like this..
learning that ********** is beautiful
when lies are shared
--the ****** ]in her breath presses skin outwards
.slipping off like goldtone wristwatch
like.flipping through polaroids of people you don't know anymore.
the best is over as the bra is unhooked and falls to the floor like a bad parachute
.
as if it could
slice through cities
you shoot a look as
bulma thighs bounce
like dinosaurs in the forest.
a long pink shirt
is enough to **** them
.reclaiming history through pantie-death
one pink imprint left behind at a time.
focus on the clouds
it is better if we don't know what happens to the marks
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