Sing to me in the dark
with your harmonies of touch,
the symphonies of sense you create.
sing with all the scratches and marks,
melodies lined by your lips,
and the constant rhythm of the beat of your heart in my ear.
sing me lullabies of goosebumps with kisses goodnight,
threading my skin through your teeth
like a bow to the string
I can feel it,
the crescendo
ringing from me
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 1:02 AM UTC
Sing to me in the dark
with your harmonies of touch,
the symphonies of sense you create.
sing with all the scratches and marks,
melodies lined by your lips,
and the constant rhythm of the beat of your heart in my ear.
sing me lullabies of goosebumps with kisses goodnight,
threading my skin through your teeth
like a bow to the string
I can feel it,
the crescendo
ringing from me
this is definitely not about ***
also experimenting with different style.
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