the nape of her neck
smells of soda and leather
she rubs her eyes.
my hands are raspy hanging around your breastbone as if it were
a
trashcan
from which i seek vantage, looking out across the grass for a
familiar face.
bangs tumble over her brow like rain on a
tin roof-
a soldering joint that comes undone after years of dissatisfaction, a broken arm.i am left humming an asymmetrical tune. no longer familiar with the haptic feedback of my palm against your jawline-
i
find you the way i find the tone of a bell shaking in my belly.
inside there, you are
a chorus of drips from the faucet
a room away.
filling the basin.
around the circumference of her wrists are thin red indentations where elastic bands have been
removed.
i can trace like-marks around her waist.
there are pink shadows between her shoulderblades that
show me
where
to apply pressure.
i do so and crack our spines downwards
the hairs on the back of my forearm are taken between her lips and tongue
so as to
moisten them at the breach of her mouth
we modernize
and carcrash into eachother
we are there dangling on the ground
Like severed limbs
as
Uru as
Uuuuuu
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
the nape of her neck
smells of soda and leather
she rubs her eyes.
my hands are raspy hanging around your breastbone as if it were
a
trashcan
from which i seek vantage, looking out across the grass for a
familiar face.
bangs tumble over her brow like rain on a
tin roof-
a soldering joint that comes undone after years of dissatisfaction, a broken arm.i am left humming an asymmetrical tune. no longer familiar with the haptic feedback of my palm against your jawline-
i
find you the way i find the tone of a bell shaking in my belly.
inside there, you are
a chorus of drips from the faucet
a room away.
filling the basin.
around the circumference of her wrists are thin red indentations where elastic bands have been
removed.
i can trace like-marks around her waist.
there are pink shadows between her shoulderblades that
show me
where
to apply pressure.
i do so and crack our spines downwards
the hairs on the back of my forearm are taken between her lips and tongue
so as to
moisten them at the breach of her mouth
we modernize
and carcrash into eachother
we are there dangling on the ground
Like severed limbs
as
Uru as
Uuuuuu
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