Friday, February 4, 2011

Day 568:

i want to wear you like a smile
on the small of my back
like a curve
i've cursed to the wind
with my hips
break me backwards into you vertebrae
and watch me sliver into you
by morning
i will be the touch of your tongue
the taste of you breath
the tenor in your skin
everything we have forgotten to love

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