I want to spread like fingers through the creases of your brain.
I want to flow like a solemn procession across your eyes, and wrap my hands,
I want to wrap them around your neck and pull your soul into mine
And squeeze the death out of you.
I want to draw your smile out like the smoke from a dead fire and
I want to crawl on my stomach towards your breath, and feel it against my skin because
I want to be the one you wake up for
So you can squeeze the life into me.
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC
I want to spread like fingers through the creases of your brain.
I want to flow like a solemn procession across your eyes, and wrap my hands,
I want to wrap them around your neck and pull your soul into mine
And squeeze the death out of you.
I want to draw your smile out like the smoke from a dead fire and
I want to crawl on my stomach towards your breath, and feel it against my skin because
I want to be the one you wake up for
So you can squeeze the life into me.
