Palms Out by Aaron BlairI could turn my palms out
and surrender, thrust my hips up
to let you in, but you will never
love me more than you do right now,
while you have some use for yourself,
scrubbing the blood from my skin,
kissing the copper from my split lips,
holding me together with just your hands. 01/01/2004 Author's Note: About my boyfriend.
Posted on 01/02/2004 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
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Posted by Christina Gleason on 01/02/04 at 02:54 AM i really adore the flow to this, the content and language complement each other well. |
Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/03/04 at 03:43 AM Violent mixture of love/need/nuture. Great read that offers to stitch up the reader's lip after being hit with vibrant images. |
Posted by Kristine Briese on 01/05/04 at 07:41 PM You've said so much in a single sentence. Beautiful and brilliant. |
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