i lie here, your deep breathing
tickling tiny wisps of my hair
the cracked ceiling tiles have
never looked so interesting
somehow, your warm body cocooned itself
around mine last night
and i can't bring myself to untangle
your limbs from mine
you're a box labeled: “FRAGILE.
HANDLE WITH CARE.”
and one thought flutters forward:
“oh, honey,
how no one handled you with care.”
my fingers trace “fragile” on your exposed skin,
as i count -one,two- the cracks
in the ceiling.
-DDF
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
i lie here, your deep breathing
tickling tiny wisps of my hair
the cracked ceiling tiles have
never looked so interesting
somehow, your warm body cocooned itself
around mine last night
and i can't bring myself to untangle
your limbs from mine
you're a box labeled: “FRAGILE.
HANDLE WITH CARE.”
and one thought flutters forward:
“oh, honey,
how no one handled you with care.”
my fingers trace “fragile” on your exposed skin,
as i count -one,two- the cracks
in the ceiling.
-DDF
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