Thursday, October 1, 2015

untitled, one

as our fingers tango down our spines
there is fire in my veins

we are new

i see through closed eyes
and memorize the shape of you in my arms
and place the moment in the top right drawer of my brain
beside the finest bottle of merlot and the voice of nina simone

we were not made to be owned
so transparency yields authenticity
and freedom yields evolution

if nipples radiate through this cotton top,
the world won't stop
and we will stare in awe at the clouds above,

beauty will always expose itself,
forever please pay attention with me.

i have known you for centuries
today is one more day.

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