I think I am falling but don't really know how to vocalize it. I think I am falling like the shirt that reveals your shoulder. I've revealed parts of myself no one knows. A thin layer exposing true desire. Opposed to you picking out something to wear, even if it's just to take right back off. I've given your face my stare to do with what you please. My stare trailing your eyes, your nose. I've ordered from the menu of your lips, casually staring spending time with you. I think I am falling, becoming more envious of the shirt that hangs from your shoulder, How I'd love to trade places. Being that much closer to you. To your heart. At arms reach whenever you'd prefer. To match your shoes, your purse. Or just when you need comfort. I think I am falling. I think I have fallen with no place to land but on top of you in seasonal bliss. To be stretched & worn at least one day out the week. My lips a loose fitting collar sliding kisses between your shoulder, your collar bone. I think I've fallen & can't pick myself up I think I've fallen over you
Shadows play pirouettes in my soul and they reveal unwritten secrets, the taste of love is lost in a whisper.
I'd like to be your tough wool jacket that you wear in all the seasons, you hang me on the half-broken hanger only when you go to sleep in the middle of the night, then I smile at you in the morning when you take me out of the darkness.
I'd like to wear you like my favorite shirt made of mulberry silk with fine lace buttons, to feel you at my chest and dance with you the dance of the common days,
I'd like like you to be the nectar of the Manuka flowers from which I could feed for the whole year then I would fly in search of the sunset,
I'd like to be your footprint on the wet sand of the hot sea that would take me away in distant worlds, I'd like to…
i steal your shirt that i know you didn't wash just for me. i wear your shirt and it turns into the embodiment of safety and i wear it to sleep in your bed; and takes me back to that safe place when i am alone in my own. i steal your shirt for the smell and the feel the knowing that its touched your skin now mine the smell, oh the smell puts me to sleep faster than the pills do and the love. love in each and every fibre. I sit here with the fabric pressed against my nose breathing it in breathing you in because although you are not here when i need you you are here
Sit on the couch- wandering hands and wanton mouths Every now and then one of u speaks I love you Between kisses I'm wet She'll tell U Tell U like She's saying I love you U never move past the make out I'm wet She'll say U don't know how to think Only act Mouths devouring mouths Bumping teeth won't be a mood killer anymore I'm wet She won't say it, but it's all U'll hear U can't breathe as U push Her down onto Her back Pull Her shirt up and kiss Her stomach U're wet I love you but U'll hear I'm wet Look into Her eyes Take off Ur shirt She'll do as She's told Pop the button on those jeans Giggle when She has to stand up and hop around to get them off Don't really know what U're doing Feather fingers stroking the interior of Her perfect thighs She'll sigh Ur name Gently remove that piece of lacy-nothing Touch Her She's wet U'll think Think like U're thinking *She loves me
in the at&t store or whatever you call it everything is so so cold and the phones are too shiny and sleek and black and they are on plastic hangers which go on metal rods and the people that work there wear really starchy shirts with embroidered logos
i am here and i am also wearing a shirt i don't like its way too small and my armpits are uncomfortable
im here because i am buying one of those shiny phones because its my birthday the day i was born almost exactly 16 years before but it takes so long and i don't want to be in this cold room and i feel like i have been in cold rooms all day and i start crying because i'm surrounded by phones while the guy talks about insurance to my mom
i dont want a phone i want to go home and i want to take off this shirt