is the sun rising, or is it setting
our knees brush against each other and i can feel the third degree burns that don’t hurt as much as they should
the time spent trying to convince you allows for smoke to enter my lungs
smoke that halts me to a choke despite my normally calm composure-this is what you do to me.
(i am unsure whether it is deliberate or not)
tenderly,
you tear off each layer, push aside each barrier, and leave me bare, vulnerable under the florescent lights that are your eyes
you breath hits my navel excruciatingly slowly
and your hands leave fiery trails where they dance
i never asked for heaven
all i wanted was a home
written Jan 23rd, 2013 11:11pm