a chapped abyss of innocent words
Friday, April 8, 2011
i hate rhyming poems but
i just need you to hold me for a min
and let me touch your skin.
press my face into where your neck meets your collarbone,
inhale deep-- it makes me feel at home.
and maybe,
just maybe,
if you would permit
our lips to meet, just a bit?
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