My heart has been smashed to pieces, A fine powder which coats your hands, And though it does not beat, It speeds so far ahead, Jumping, skipping; beating without beating, Bleeding without bleeding, Elated by the touch of your skin, A sapphic euphoria which calms my being, And leaves me shaking on high, And crying on low, That you could hold me in part, That you could hold me in whole, Awakens more feelings than ever I have known.
Nn_Aa_Ll_Ll · Wed Jun 15, 2011 @ 04:04am · 0 Comments |