Like cats
we move as shadows,
rubbing past ankles
down sandstone walkways with yellow windows
spilling out into the night like running yolks
sand on your tongue and in my eyes
where you kissed them pink and sore
shadows
brushing my sides
hissing in the human ants' nest.
If we make it,
through the dark
we'll retreat into sheets
they'll curl around our bones
like milk
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
Like cats
we move as shadows,
rubbing past ankles
down sandstone walkways with yellow windows
spilling out into the night like running yolks
sand on your tongue and in my eyes
where you kissed them pink and sore
shadows
brushing my sides
hissing in the human ants' nest.
If we make it,
through the dark
we'll retreat into sheets
they'll curl around our bones
like milk
