I find stories between the valleys
of her thighs, and I know
that maybe sometimes
my mother thinks I'm burning in hell
or going to.
But how can I tell her this,
that I've found more softness
and a heaven of my own
here, in the midst of her skin,
and maybe, just maybe
let me lie here
until I go
to my eventual hell.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
I find stories between the valleys
of her thighs, and I know
that maybe sometimes
my mother thinks I'm burning in hell
or going to.
But how can I tell her this,
that I've found more softness
and a heaven of my own
here, in the midst of her skin,
and maybe, just maybe
let me lie here
until I go
to my eventual hell.
Just a thought.