Apr 2014
warm fingers
tracing
the constellations
across my skin
hesitation
hangs in the space
between us
i stop
the words
from falling
while you stop
your hands
from pinning
my wrists above me
tracing
the constellations
across my skin
hesitation
hangs in the space
between us
i stop
the words
from falling
while you stop
your hands
from pinning
my wrists above me
