Books
I felt it--
like books--
just a couple,
maybe three--
falling off of a shelf inside of you.
My eyes were closed,
my whole body was vibrating from you
and I felt the contours of your face in the darkness.
My hand has a memory that remembers
the softness of your skin
the strong bones underneath
the warmth of your face
the muscle contraction of contentedness an...
Thursday 9th February 2017 3:49 am
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