Saturday, June 20, 2009

For wasted words,

Why have I been running from you?
I ask myself this in my head as it lays against your chest.
I feel you beating into me, quickening my own pulse.
This simple thought brings heat to my face, I feel it visibly spreading.
I hope you see the smile stretching across my blushing skin.
I start to feel you in my stomach,
tickling my insides like I've swallowed a hundred feathers.
I'm so delicately choking on your breath.

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