when you are old
I hope you
remember those
holy
moments
on my window-bed
between
our hip-bones
and
eyes,
minds, torsos twisting
skin never close enough to the other’s
laughter.
and cascading
hair-curtains
lips
breathing
other’s
breath
sweet and
longing
words words
no words
one word:
now – here.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
when you are old
I hope you
remember those
holy
moments
on my window-bed
between
our hip-bones
and
eyes,
minds, torsos twisting
skin never close enough to the other’s
laughter.
and cascading
hair-curtains
lips
breathing
other’s
breath
sweet and
longing
words words
no words
one word:
now – here.
nowhere love here ***