I breathe in the cold day
and my lungs are chilled.
When I speak
the words dissipate
into nothingness so fast;
leaving no odor,
no form or meaning,
but smoke stays around.
There is passionate tenacity.
Just a kiss,
a little suction
and she feels me
with warmth and weight,
next to my heart and above my stomach;
right where love is.
It lingers with me
on my tongue,
in my throat.
I have to wash my hair twice to get her out.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 4:24 PM UTC
I breathe in the cold day
and my lungs are chilled.
When I speak
the words dissipate
into nothingness so fast;
leaving no odor,
no form or meaning,
but smoke stays around.
There is passionate tenacity.
Just a kiss,
a little suction
and she feels me
with warmth and weight,
next to my heart and above my stomach;
right where love is.
It lingers with me
on my tongue,
in my throat.
I have to wash my hair twice to get her out.
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