as i skate my fingers over your
pale abdomen
deliberately, so as not to break you
i feel the quiet and the still that has
settled over us, like the makeshift
bedsheet picnic blanket in spring
we move slowly, as if we were a
flashback or a dream
and i think that our bodies
were made for this--
just this
for this languor and
the unending of it
Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 4:50 PM UTC
as i skate my fingers over your
pale abdomen
deliberately, so as not to break you
i feel the quiet and the still that has
settled over us, like the makeshift
bedsheet picnic blanket in spring
we move slowly, as if we were a
flashback or a dream
and i think that our bodies
were made for this--
just this
for this languor and
the unending of it