my window rolled down, and the weather is dry as my eyes in this night but it should be monsooning because inside, my heart is a river and i'm just trying to stay afloat.
i'll never look at my hands the same way again, not after i saw the way they looked interlocked with yours and my fingers are tainted by your lips, the way you kissed them so gently and told me they were beautiful.
i see things that remind me of you - stripes, for example - and i have to stop for a moment because i'm shuddering under a crashing wave of you, you, you,
smilelipsteethtongueeyeshairvoicehandssoftroughmeyou my mind doesn't hold memories; it holds moments of perfection, and you are my perfect moment.