10.21.2012

somnium

 
a voice came and went, a sensation unto itself, slow and rough

breath ghosting across her wrist

glancing and white silences when her skin was awake

it hurt

in her mind's eye, every touch, all at once clumsy and graceful, was a memory,

that mocked as much as gave,

Dangerous,

(no, never that)

beloved



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