Body.
muscles and electrons,
infusing into mine,
your spine
synthesizing
with my ribcage.
I like the
whys,
hows,
and maybes
in your brain
as your synapses
fire
from each fingertip
and kiss
here ,
there,
and back,
again, again,
and again.
I crave your
voice,
the way
your vibrato
sends shivers
up
my spine,
and carries
its potence
to
my chest,
residing in my lungs,
becoming the
atmosphere
in which I thrive.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
Body.
muscles and electrons,
infusing into mine,
your spine
synthesizing
with my ribcage.
I like the
whys,
hows,
and maybes
in your brain
as your synapses
fire
from each fingertip
and kiss
here ,
there,
and back,
again, again,
and again.
I crave your
voice,
the way
your vibrato
sends shivers
up
my spine,
and carries
its potence
to
my chest,
residing in my lungs,
becoming the
atmosphere
in which I thrive.
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