spaces in between
wanting
open and mouthing your words
I run rightly so I can just feel the distance between our skin
vows to keep
me cascading into
hair brushing
on cheek
soft hands
on knee
the moment
washing me with a heat wish
to fill that old claw foot
feeling the slow cooling of the rain
I stumble to get away water glass and all catching the drops
kept awake on my memory
and the steady embrace of my empty bed.
1 comment:
Other than the first few lines: money!
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