07.22.02 - 1:32 pm
i don't know what to say but that i often became overwhelmed and sick, and swallowed words between kisses. along with the bile.
the pressure of making things work, of i can't believe how wonderful you are, is dead in my stomach. your hands on my face. what things these lips have kissed and why. the poetry of bodies, of these things i can't define, stoic on the lips yet stirring inside.
and last night i kept my head on your chest. to make sure you were breathing.
