Love tumbles quietly down the small of your back
interrupts our mumbled arguments
and lingers in the pads of your fingertips.
You've been waiting for me to notice,
dropping little hints of worn gratitude--
segments that have been used in great quantities;
the previous recipients were oblivious
to the warmth of these words and actions
but I'm starting to sense fire under my skin--
I can smell the smoke.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
Love tumbles quietly down the small of your back
interrupts our mumbled arguments
and lingers in the pads of your fingertips.
You've been waiting for me to notice,
dropping little hints of worn gratitude--
segments that have been used in great quantities;
the previous recipients were oblivious
to the warmth of these words and actions
but I'm starting to sense fire under my skin--
I can smell the smoke.
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