Monday, 25 February 2013

Alone

There is no witness
To testify my longing for you
Only my pillow
Which swallows
The whispered expletives of your name
Woven into my short breaths
As I shiver
With my hands between my legs.


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2 comments:

  1. Sreya26 February 2013 at 22:26

    Very real! Both pain and desire are interwoven so well!

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  2. phibetakappa3 March 2013 at 21:48

    this is the best of the lot

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