wishful thinking (it would've happened at 9am)
i imagine:
that there must be
an octopus tattoo
lazily sprawled across your back
tentacles tracing up your spine
suction cups drawing me to the milky white, bare skin dangerously
fervently, my eyes take you in
and all that i am able to do is look
it almost seems to taunt me
in a i-will-eternally-rest-here-and-you-cannot-ha-ha-ha
you eyes are burning holes into my skin, you laugh
and hopefully, the octopus too
come here. your voice parts the air lightly, softly.
as smoothly as ink on paper
or maybe on skin
i fall into place beside you
the octopus pressed into the mattress
written Jan 30th, 2013 @ 7:24pm
that there must be
an octopus tattoo
lazily sprawled across your back
tentacles tracing up your spine
suction cups drawing me to the milky white, bare skin dangerously
fervently, my eyes take you in
and all that i am able to do is look
it almost seems to taunt me
in a i-will-eternally-rest-here-and-you-cannot-ha-ha-ha
you eyes are burning holes into my skin, you laugh
and hopefully, the octopus too
come here. your voice parts the air lightly, softly.
as smoothly as ink on paper
or maybe on skin
i fall into place beside you
the octopus pressed into the mattress
written Jan 30th, 2013 @ 7:24pm