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We're playing that game where we trace letters on each others backs with the ends of our fingers. So I drag my fingertips down your spine slowly, savoring every embrace. I'm drawing electric currents through each vertebrae and I can feel you twitch under my touch.

I'd like to hold your ribcage like guitar strings and play chords that echo beneath your skin. You'd sound like a long, soft lullaby that tugs at my eyelids to close so I can dream.

My dreams are the only place we can actually be together, my subconscious takes control
and it's your lampshade lips along the shadows of my feet,
then I'm spilling my shoulders like chandeliers onto your carcass
and I'm drinking in this surreal moment like wine, because it is so bittersweet.

In my conscious mind I'm lying awake at night with toothpicks propping open my eyelids
because days are tasting like stale bread and empty space
and I'm realizing that space might actually be what we need,
screw that, what we need is each other and I need you now.

Actually I needed you yesterday because I am a book plagued with blank pages
and all I want is for you to write on me,
please take me by the spine and dip your tongue in black ink and
write me notes in cursive along my bindings,
let me know how you feel with the curves of your S's and the curls on your Q's
and let me feel your breath when you read your own words
etched onto my parchment paper limbs like tattoos.


{prosetry}
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jeciwoods17 Aug 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This is very moving and well- written. I love it
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