I carry this love round my collar
Your heart in my (rib)cage
Bruises star-burst shaped, 1-2-3 on the neck
Darkness, lightness, eyelashes.
Black.
Pain/is/pleasure
Soap in your eyes, bubbles in my arms.
And your smell evaporates.
Time.
;eyes closed
Monday, January 03, 2011
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