Thursday, August 9, 2007

thief

Slender and taught where your torso falls into your pelvis.
Covered in freckles and feathered with ink.

Soft necklace of thousand times washed t-shirt and scent of grocery isle soap.


Want to push you down onto the floor.

Want to climb you like a tree.

There is this throbbing.. and an ache that make me want to
list all of my regrets and burn them so I can replay only the best parts.

In awe.

Shivering.

Heart ripped-out and laid on the table.
Beating still..

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