March 2010
2 posts
And both our heartbeats filled the room with a drumming that made your bottom lip tremble as you kissed me.
You’ve got this way of making the ugliest things sound beautiful. You could take the grimmest words and wrap your tongue around them until they sound like they were sung from our church choir. All things dirty and melancholy that have gathered in your breast could leave your mouth smooth and fresh. I would taste them, and hold them against my ribs without realizing how truly macabre they...