Sense and Sensuality.
I'm at David's, but posting this is so necessary!
It's a white meniscus; a tiny mandorla in the cosmis wedding band, all surrounding my spherical understanding of what's real and wrong and frustrating. The teeth turn like preternaturally-utilization of a pastel plasticine mobile; a lull to sleep for my rusty irises. I love it like I love a secret, Clinging and severe. It passes like a green fairy through my blood-brain barrier. It hitches a ride in my lymph and burns like magnesium in my chest. It spreads like some frenetic wildfire and I love it fabulously.
Decapitate these new bones of mine and make this night one worth welding.
The distance between your eyelashes and mine is about one and two-thirds inches. My nose is well close to your's. And our lips? Sealed like confidentiality.
It's a white meniscus; a tiny mandorla in the cosmis wedding band, all surrounding my spherical understanding of what's real and wrong and frustrating. The teeth turn like preternaturally-utilization of a pastel plasticine mobile; a lull to sleep for my rusty irises. I love it like I love a secret, Clinging and severe. It passes like a green fairy through my blood-brain barrier. It hitches a ride in my lymph and burns like magnesium in my chest. It spreads like some frenetic wildfire and I love it fabulously.
Decapitate these new bones of mine and make this night one worth welding.
The distance between your eyelashes and mine is about one and two-thirds inches. My nose is well close to your's. And our lips? Sealed like confidentiality.