Friday, July 10, 2009

In The Graveyard



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Walking around in the graveyard
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 mineI wanted you to hold me forever
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 


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