Unwish readings, rapists, unrepairable rips,
I wish to undo
the space between
me( )you
and where I once wrapped my thighs around your hips
and the whistling trill of my sleeping breath once felt a home in the
cavernous space
between your head and your breast
and I
and I
found shelter in your curls,
pulling until they escaped from me, undone.
Mussed love, entombed in the perfumed past of white rooms by untouched oceans
and unsullied books, too occupied by the wonder found in each other, each others' bodies
and I lie awake with the ghosts
in haunting of my own accord and I watch at the window
and I watch at the window
and I watch at the window, waiting
I wonder
I wonder
could you need me, still,
now?
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
Unwish readings, rapists, unrepairable rips,
I wish to undo
the space between
me( )you
and where I once wrapped my thighs around your hips
and the whistling trill of my sleeping breath once felt a home in the
cavernous space
between your head and your breast
and I
and I
found shelter in your curls,
pulling until they escaped from me, undone.
Mussed love, entombed in the perfumed past of white rooms by untouched oceans
and unsullied books, too occupied by the wonder found in each other, each others' bodies
and I lie awake with the ghosts
in haunting of my own accord and I watch at the window
and I watch at the window
and I watch at the window, waiting
I wonder
I wonder
could you need me, still,
now?
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