i am
rough and dry
so i won't kiss you
but your lips
are pinpricks
warm like tea
and soft like the feel
of sheets tangled
in our hands
pressed flush with skin
tender from absence
i sigh a little
and you are sleeping
and reach out to me
to disperse the ghost
that was the memory
you formed along my back
every night, breathing
hand trailing across
imprint of your heat
and your heart
against muscle and bone
before i slept and still after
you are home now
and so am i
the house shifts
recognizes
what began here a year ago
and what continues
to linger
it creaks--you stir
shh.
sleep.
it's welcoming us home
Report a Policy Violation
the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
Follow us on Twitter
Become a fan on Facebook
Comments
I can't really describe why.... maybe I just love the style, the descriptions and the way I can feel what you're saying... nicely done!
one little hiccup was when you went from pinpricks to warm like tea... cuz it was such a contrast but i got over it XD
--
It's not the load that breaks you; it's the way you carry it."
--
You know, I still find you dashing
λΩλ
Previous PageNext Page