Apr 2014
I let my fingers sink into
The textures of the bed.
The juxtaposition of skin and silk
Makes goosebumps rise
On every inch
On my entire body.
Gathering as much of the sheets
In my hands
As I can hold.
My toes curl
As the flowers do
When they run out of water.
Once I sleep
These feelings will leave
My body.
But you won’t.
The textures of the bed.
The juxtaposition of skin and silk
Makes goosebumps rise
On every inch
On my entire body.
Gathering as much of the sheets
In my hands
As I can hold.
My toes curl
As the flowers do
When they run out of water.
Once I sleep
These feelings will leave
My body.
But you won’t.
