Thursday, October 29, 2015

and everything was yellow, three seasons
of it,

and inside- a dream from which you do not wake, let's just say
that i am a sandcastle and you are lapping, 
crumbled and
warm, let's just say
that i am an hourglass and
shifting, you flip my base and start
the count all over again, 

let's just say
that i hold myself over you like a shark tank, 
never let you get used
to the taste, keep you hungry, keep you
melting like sugar
scrape me off the insides of your thighs, 
i think i'm stuck.

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