Muse
 Remember our music, Our throbbing pulses, In that bathroom In that bed. Remember our breath, searing the holiness in us by that Intimate heat, humming with lemon, forever brushing You and me. Remember me sucking the air you hardly inhaled, exhaled, and digested. Remember my tongue, My mismanaged hair, Your sandpaper palm on my working jaw, my strength at your intimacy, At your intimacy, and all the infatuation I Actively told, among others we decided Not to explain nor regret. (John Kelvin R. Briones) Possibly Related Posts: |
