you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me
Our hair is midnight flame across his pillow.
Echoes of the snap-pop bonfire and
Curling smoke linger in his sheets.
He sang last night,
While she and I danced-
Intoxication jangling our nerves,
Glinting in our veins electric-blue-
Music sizzled with the embers;
Flitted through the sky.
I stumbled, slid into his lap.
The other girls kept dancing
While I buried my fingers in his copper curls.
His arm smoldered around my waist,
My hair a spill of dark wine
Against his shoulder.
Firefly sparks danced in the darkness,
In his eyes,
Dissolving to a blur of crimson shadows.
He breathes lightly beside me
And will doubtless wake up smiling, sober.
Our hair is midnight flame across his pillow.
title is a line from Death Cab for Cutie's "Tiny Vessels". Obviously if we publish this I'd have to credit that appropriately.
Echoes of the snap-pop bonfire and
Curling smoke linger in his sheets.
He sang last night,
While she and I danced-
Intoxication jangling our nerves,
Glinting in our veins electric-blue-
Music sizzled with the embers;
Flitted through the sky.
I stumbled, slid into his lap.
The other girls kept dancing
While I buried my fingers in his copper curls.
His arm smoldered around my waist,
My hair a spill of dark wine
Against his shoulder.
Firefly sparks danced in the darkness,
In his eyes,
Dissolving to a blur of crimson shadows.
He breathes lightly beside me
And will doubtless wake up smiling, sober.
Our hair is midnight flame across his pillow.
title is a line from Death Cab for Cutie's "Tiny Vessels". Obviously if we publish this I'd have to credit that appropriately.