161 closest
Long hairs interwine
on our faces. Which are mine?
The scent, mutual, envelops-
there is nothing between us.
Fingers clasping, you know where
mine have been, and what they've done,
What our hands have shared.
Nothing could
be better
Our breath mingling
In the air above us hangs
losses and hopes, fears and dreams.
Have you ever felt like this?
No----
See me, sister, see true. Through
Colored pupils, stained-glass eyes-
I see you through, and love you
purely, frevently,
love you true.
You and I. How could we be
closer than this
doing what
sisters do?
on our faces. Which are mine?
The scent, mutual, envelops-
there is nothing between us.
Fingers clasping, you know where
mine have been, and what they've done,
What our hands have shared.
Nothing could
be better
Our breath mingling
In the air above us hangs
losses and hopes, fears and dreams.
Have you ever felt like this?
No----
See me, sister, see true. Through
Colored pupils, stained-glass eyes-
I see you through, and love you
purely, frevently,
love you true.
You and I. How could we be
closer than this
doing what
sisters do?