Love, last night you walked
Into my room and peeled off your skin
For me, a sigh still clinging to your throat,
Waiting for the forceful
Expulsion of your exhale.
Peel it for me.
You hung your fears on my pleas,
Whispering the words I mouthed to you,
Mouthing them back onto me.
Lights off this is you
At your finest.
I love you, at your most nervous.
Last night you wrote on my skin
With your tongue, the words still cool
On my warm body.
Only the tips of your fingers remain,
Scrawling your name on my back as if you
Could tattoo the permanency of love with touch.
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 11:12 PM UTC
Love, last night you walked
Into my room and peeled off your skin
For me, a sigh still clinging to your throat,
Waiting for the forceful
Expulsion of your exhale.
Peel it for me.
You hung your fears on my pleas,
Whispering the words I mouthed to you,
Mouthing them back onto me.
Lights off this is you
At your finest.
I love you, at your most nervous.
Last night you wrote on my skin
With your tongue, the words still cool
On my warm body.
Only the tips of your fingers remain,
Scrawling your name on my back as if you
Could tattoo the permanency of love with touch.
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