I push your bottom lip inward
with my index finger, and
I touch you like I touch myself

Your skin is everywhere,
touching every place on me
and oh, how you wrap me up like so,
and how, when we lay together, I think
I should be feeling some sort of placidity,
but somehow, I cannot exist with you like that anymore.

He's always on my mind
especially when you cup my cheeks
in your soft palms, and you whisper
"you have the bluest eyes", and I just
mention how I wish they were brown
instead, never being able to accept your
kindness, knowing, that he wouldn't had
even said anything at all.

You rest your head on my chest
listening to my heart beat beat beat
(like it's trying to escape my ribcage)
and again, you fill my ears with a
thousand of your gentle words. they float
around in my skull like origami ships, but the
tide is too high here. your carefully crafted boats
are being swept away, capsized at sea. & my dear, I,
I cannot offer you a outstretched hand if they are tied.

I will go to him in my dreams,
and as you sleep silently upon me
we will swipe skin and scents, filling
eachother, with eachother. he is mine to
hold, as your eyelids collect slumber's sand.

Tomorrow when I open my eyes, you will be watching me,
thinking, that I spent all night with you, wrapped up in you.
but, somehow.. I just cannot exist with you like that anymore.

01/16/2004

Posted on 01/16/2004
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