say terribly walks thighnicely shaped through immutable seconds into a hard tepid bar
and there i am because why not and she sounds a bit like a star sounds from her throat
coughs a few spangles onto the counter and she's sharp shortly cut dark and on her
face is deeply thick a scarlet splinter of love for which my mouth wants to pluck out
and push into my face till it hurts so lovely with noblood and splayed over hours
of laughing and outside to a car stumbles mirth in tight skin and against the side of
it at the nape of a soft street puddles every drop of her neck and explodes