january tastes like your skin:
your goosebumps, your freckles.
every time one of us would talk, an explosion of
tongues and sighs and warm whispers would
make itself known in the air.
i miss that.
i miss the limbs that couldn’t tangle fast enough.
i miss the heavy breaths that taste like vanilla and strawberries.
i miss the―
i don’t know what else i miss, but it starts with you.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
january tastes like your skin:
your goosebumps, your freckles.
every time one of us would talk, an explosion of
tongues and sighs and warm whispers would
make itself known in the air.
i miss that.
i miss the limbs that couldn’t tangle fast enough.
i miss the heavy breaths that taste like vanilla and strawberries.
i miss the―
i don’t know what else i miss, but it starts with you.