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[quietlyquietly]

part ii.

"please never leave me, okay?"
you mumble from the in between sleep &
consciousness place ---

you trace ghosts on my bare
back with cold fingertips

and i swear, i can feel
tectonic plates slide beneath us
& volcanoes awake from ancient slumber
when words dance on your lips
and your lips dance on my skin:
collarbone, shoulders, neck.

Comments

[_haunting_me]

That's beautiful.

[overdoses]

it's like a girl's first memory.
nothing happens before or after that moment.