I'm thinking about hands again.
I'm thinking about
how yours are big
and mine are small
and how yours fit
nicely
around my throat
mine claw at your back
and i gasp
**** me*
And I'm thinking about your steadiness
and my shakes
and about how we both create
universes
with just our hands
and our lips
and our teeth.
I'm thinking about how
my hands would like to find yours
in the dark
and rest in it's spaces
under your ocean
of blankets,
like an empty glass waiting
to be filled.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
I'm thinking about hands again.
I'm thinking about
how yours are big
and mine are small
and how yours fit
nicely
around my throat
mine claw at your back
and i gasp
**** me*
And I'm thinking about your steadiness
and my shakes
and about how we both create
universes
with just our hands
and our lips
and our teeth.
I'm thinking about how
my hands would like to find yours
in the dark
and rest in it's spaces
under your ocean
of blankets,
like an empty glass waiting
to be filled.
