Wednesday, August 24, 2011

[0210]

Rumpled sheets and the slowly wakening city. A cigarette idle on the ashtray. I think about how the crook of your arm would feel on the skin of my neck, if my lips could meet that spot just beneath the shell of your ear. I have understood desire and its many colors, and I know that this kind is rare.

2 comments:

  1. I'm just going to go ahead and believe that you posted this for me, especially since it's my birthday today. I miss you.

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  2. Happy Belated Birthday. Thought of you on your special day. Hope it was everything and more for you

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