woke with hypothermic and shaky skin
a thought: we are made of street lamps
and damp grass feet dripping dew tonight
we live in the color blue under electric moon
and my skin and clothes will be lined up
on top of the dresser for you to sink your teeth in later
my hands are cold in their lipping grasps but your
hips are warm, and desert breathes dragonfly
and smells of chlorine, our legs kaleidoscope
in the pool's reflection.
i am still cold, i am still in spring breaks
broken and inviting your scent back in my life.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC
woke with hypothermic and shaky skin
a thought: we are made of street lamps
and damp grass feet dripping dew tonight
we live in the color blue under electric moon
and my skin and clothes will be lined up
on top of the dresser for you to sink your teeth in later
my hands are cold in their lipping grasps but your
hips are warm, and desert breathes dragonfly
and smells of chlorine, our legs kaleidoscope
in the pool's reflection.
i am still cold, i am still in spring breaks
broken and inviting your scent back in my life.
this girl and i went a little off during break
