the eleventh night:
there are wet sidewalks and red lights reflected off my glasses. i feel the rain soaking me through, on my rib cage and in rivulets down between my breasts. i stand in the doorway and smoke a cigarette, i imagine him undressing me there, licking the rain water off me, off my cold and shivering skn. i imagine walking through puddles just to have him lick my feet clean of the rain. i let my head fall back and the rain slides down my throat, dsappearing into my shirt. i miss him.
there are wet sidewalks and red lights reflected off my glasses. i feel the rain soaking me through, on my rib cage and in rivulets down between my breasts. i stand in the doorway and smoke a cigarette, i imagine him undressing me there, licking the rain water off me, off my cold and shivering skn. i imagine walking through puddles just to have him lick my feet clean of the rain. i let my head fall back and the rain slides down my throat, dsappearing into my shirt. i miss him.
holdensolo:
I am three hours in your future. You are three hours in my past. I look to the horizon and see your sails behind me. The wind fills mine and pushes me away, my anchor unable to catch the rocky sea floor.