::: I think of you and the ways you used to touch me so certain with your fingertips you'd trace my curves so perfect and then just graze my heart with your lips You would tell me I love you and please don't be afraid fit your heart inside mine I wanted us to never die I study the tricolored moss on the headstones and think of you and I undressing the way the candles flickered more intensely the more we moved the hotter it got I remember shouting This is how I want to die because there was nothing else I enjoyed more nothing else I enjoyed at all nothing |
Friday, July 10, 2009
In The Graveyard
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