I hope
(with a fire that consumes my kindling of bones)
that the first thing to strike you
when you run your hand down my back
is not the stretching of my rib cage as it settles around my lungs.
I hope you are lit,
with a ******* wildfire,
when your fingertips alight upon my skin.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
I hope
(with a fire that consumes my kindling of bones)
that the first thing to strike you
when you run your hand down my back
is not the stretching of my rib cage as it settles around my lungs.
I hope you are lit,
with a ******* wildfire,
when your fingertips alight upon my skin.