Friday, December 13, 2013

untitled



To be wrapped in you again,
To be able to breathe the same air
You breathe.
I can touch you with my hands.
My lips cannot stop kissing you.

The world is drunken and spinning.
And so are we.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

possessions


kiss the ellipsis that hangs on the edge
of my lips.
swallow the universe
in my mouth.
your hands are soft around my neck
and I know that
you are mine.
you are mine, you are mine, you are mine.
i’ve never truly understood what that meant
until you.