I miss the frozen air
skimming the tilted surface
& pelting my bearded-face
with granular rock
as my snot drips
solidly afixed
between my red nose & blue lips,
these stinging eyes gazing
upward into
the blackest of nights,
an hypoxic-mind
trying to count stars,
stay focused on my brick feet
while thinking of you,
lying so sweetly
in the comforts
of a huge warm bed,
a mountain of sheets,
your skin on fire.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
I miss the frozen air
skimming the tilted surface
& pelting my bearded-face
with granular rock
as my snot drips
solidly afixed
between my red nose & blue lips,
these stinging eyes gazing
upward into
the blackest of nights,
an hypoxic-mind
trying to count stars,
stay focused on my brick feet
while thinking of you,
lying so sweetly
in the comforts
of a huge warm bed,
a mountain of sheets,
your skin on fire.
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