Even with
the slap of your hand
and the slice of your voice,
the shove of your arms,
the apathy of your face;
Even with the injustice of your heart
and the fragile walls upholding your dignity,
I still curl up
against the hardness of your chest
and feel anguish turn to longing.
For in darkness,
you still whisper to me
the sweetness I crave.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
Even with
the slap of your hand
and the slice of your voice,
the shove of your arms,
the apathy of your face;
Even with the injustice of your heart
and the fragile walls upholding your dignity,
I still curl up
against the hardness of your chest
and feel anguish turn to longing.
For in darkness,
you still whisper to me
the sweetness I crave.
