i call your voice threatened. because when
you say his name it sounds like it's ready to
crawl back into your throat incase of a mis
take. and i don't understand how you phrase
yourselves. but it's not love. it's marriage.
and it's been a long time. the seconds before
that happens, take a breath. that feeling of
liveness pulls you under till it's only warmth.
until it isn't just being young again. you make
me sad.