rose (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tigerose) wrote,@ 2008-03-17 22:01:00 |
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unfinished
i learned the foreign language of your movement,
piecing together the grammar of your skin
your fingers traced the vocabulary of my unsteady breathing,
whispering, "if i save you from drowning,
will you promise to not to leave?"
tell me a story. tell me something real,
like the way you said my lips smelled of vanilla,
and the way your apartment smelled like peace
our breaths fiery with wine
tell me how our hands crossed,
your fingers laced with mine
i learned the foreign language of your movement,
piecing together the grammar of your skin
your fingers traced the vocabulary of my unsteady breathing,
whispering, "if i save you from drowning,
will you promise to not to leave?"
tell me a story. tell me something real,
like the way you said my lips smelled of vanilla,
and the way your apartment smelled like peace
our breaths fiery with wine
tell me how our hands crossed,
your fingers laced with mine
