I smell you on my skin
and hold the blue of your eyes in my hands.

In the glittering champagne lights of my city,
where the weather-beaten buildings
sing me secrets
as I pass, I remember the color
and breathe my warm cloud of air into
the night sky.My eyebrow piercing is infected (again, urgh) and is swollen. Frodo said I should just take the ( Read more... )