your face hums behind my closed eyes
as i tumble down a rabbit hole
goosebumps rise like baking yeast
the stars in my ribs spin like wheels
and all i can smell is the warmth of your skin
in the dark i drink the moments in
and hope that by the time sun leaks through
there is nothing in this dimension but dust
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
your face hums behind my closed eyes
as i tumble down a rabbit hole
goosebumps rise like baking yeast
the stars in my ribs spin like wheels
and all i can smell is the warmth of your skin
in the dark i drink the moments in
and hope that by the time sun leaks through
there is nothing in this dimension but dust
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