sometimes, when I'm alone, I look and my skin and remember
you were there.
even with eyes open I easily recall
the crushing pressure of your mouth and fingertips
whose shadows will soon appear (if not already)
careless,
your fingers tear into my skin and hair, searching for a way in.
I am afraid.
you ignore, frantically searching.
I cannot tell, if you mouth hungers more for my heart,
or control.
I love you, baby. I love you.
I'd like to laugh
your fingerprints will fade
but,
tomorrow my soul will be a shade darker
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 6:34 PM UTC
sometimes, when I'm alone, I look and my skin and remember
you were there.
even with eyes open I easily recall
the crushing pressure of your mouth and fingertips
whose shadows will soon appear (if not already)
careless,
your fingers tear into my skin and hair, searching for a way in.
I am afraid.
you ignore, frantically searching.
I cannot tell, if you mouth hungers more for my heart,
or control.
I love you, baby. I love you.
I'd like to laugh
your fingerprints will fade
but,
tomorrow my soul will be a shade darker
