A Sharp Poke from a Long Stick

It could be dead – we won’t know without touching. This shouldn’t be said but resolved with the hushing of breath on the border of your neck and chest. I love you for living; I’d love you to death. It is so very hard to get close enough, to be so near that we blend into one writhing mass of hot blood and slippery tongues. It could be alive – some things do survive long after they should’ve eroded and died so let’s try – it’s easier if we smile, or hold to the railings while swaying down aisles. It very well could so I guess that we should test my theory and see if it does us much good. I could use you.

~ by perfectionatrix on October 16, 2010.

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