we talked about it at my place and yours
but mostly I mourned
seeing the socks pulled over your
ankles
while walking across streets during rain.
how warm
like a second skin, they rubbed
against my thighs and it chafed and you
kept cotton to shove down
our throats
when being broken felt like too much
for two people so in love
and so far apart.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
we talked about it at my place and yours
but mostly I mourned
seeing the socks pulled over your
ankles
while walking across streets during rain.
how warm
like a second skin, they rubbed
against my thighs and it chafed and you
kept cotton to shove down
our throats
when being broken felt like too much
for two people so in love
and so far apart.
