Don't close your eyes
I am writing
graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of
you and I
I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands
I am writing
graffitti on your body
I am drawing the story of
you and I
I am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
I am waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands
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I'm still looking to come down sometime next month if my licence comes. If not, I'd still like to come down to NYC for a visit. Will you be around? Would love to wander around and see what mischief we could get into..