Saturday, December 28, 2013



we say that you are an ocean, you are salty
and 
pulsing.

fuck that.

you are more than the ocean, you are bonded hydrogen particles, you are the first
bite of a ripe peach, too sweet
and running like a stream around the sides of my mouth and my 
chin.
you lick yourself off of my kiss.

you are a mudslide, a low thunder storm, i am a foot
sinking into your mud, easy and soft and permanent. 
you grab me with hands and eyes and hips, i don't even have words
for all the weird things we are about to do. 

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