we kiss like a swordfight,
sandpaper to silk.
tick
tock
tick
t-
the driver's side door always closes a
split second before the passenger's.
cut to the bar: enveloped in smoke and your arms,
the quiet hum of your shirt against my cheek
close my eyes and the pool table turns to noise-
the red lights become laughter, and i smile.
my back's against invisible glass,
eyes still shut, i feel your voice
sound out above my head
as i stay, tucked under
your chin and
stolen.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
we kiss like a swordfight,
sandpaper to silk.
tick
tock
tick
t-
the driver's side door always closes a
split second before the passenger's.
cut to the bar: enveloped in smoke and your arms,
the quiet hum of your shirt against my cheek
close my eyes and the pool table turns to noise-
the red lights become laughter, and i smile.
my back's against invisible glass,
eyes still shut, i feel your voice
sound out above my head
as i stay, tucked under
your chin and
stolen.
rework of a poem from late 2012
