i have my lover
locked away in the curve of my breasts,
where they meet
and where the mattress of my bones
is too ragged for sleep;
and there he remains,
wide eyes preying
on the god that has curled up next to him,
until he realizes that there are
softer women and softer
words.
Author notes
nothing.
i believe the world, it spins for you...
Comments
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dude. you fucking BEAST at this.
bookmarked. :]

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aww, thank you.
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This is stunning.
The metaphor is incredibly coherent.

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Great...


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i love this!


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