The double-hundred-and-eighty-sixth thing I love about us is picking just, like, one part of you, maybe your elbow or your chin, and thinking about all the ways it is beautiful.
My nose hairs feel snubbed.But the rest of me is glowing.
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
My nose hairs feel snubbed.
ReplyDeleteBut the rest of me is glowing.