little eyes little teeth, you steal my fingers and
wrap them around yours with casual warmth
a brush of your palm to command my lungs, your mercy, your chocolate polyphony
i hate to say it but my brain is a poetry organ, my heart an ever-reaching muscle, and you are a beautiful boy forever in sunday shoes.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
aw i like this post :)
ReplyDelete♥ nancy.
(ctrl + ♥)