terça-feira, 4 de outubro de 2011

Between night and morning

As I crawl to my bed
I can feel you in the insides of my thighs
And even if you are not
You linger
Every night
But still not here.

And as I lie
I can hear you breathing on my pillow
Sometimes I think I can almost touch you
As if you were right there
Behind the tissue of the world.

I feel my nails dig the skin of your back.

Can you feel me?


Nenhum comentário:

Postar um comentário