Mar 2017
Call me, and tell me you still
catch the sensation of my limbs
tangled around your neck,
and my hair tangled in your fingers,
without having to dream about it;
that you meant to return the favor,
and lull my madness to sleep,
and something said, "why not tonight?"
catch the sensation of my limbs
tangled around your neck,
and my hair tangled in your fingers,
without having to dream about it;
that you meant to return the favor,
and lull my madness to sleep,
and something said, "why not tonight?"
Just a short brother-poem to "I'm saving the covers for you."
