real or not
Nov. 21st, 2005 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slowlyunfoldingI want to bite down on your bare skin, hard. Keep pressing until I find your secret, make you tell me what it is that you choke back in your throat, clutch in your heart. I see you looking at me sideways, I can feel it. When I pull back I want to see my small imprint in your skin, turning red and later bruising. That way you will remember me.
I can see you going through your house, picking things up, putting them back down, feeling lost and dissatisfied. Also, tired and lonely and bored and quiet. You'll be looking for something that you won't be able to find. I know why you won't find it. It's those words you refuse to say, yet clutch so hard your knuckles are white.
I sense you want to protect me, wrap yourself around me to ward off evil and bandage my wounds. I'd let you, but it would involve trumpets, red eyed elves capering, and the word of trees to allow such a thing. One day, this day, the other day, this might have happened.
I can see you going through your house, picking things up, putting them back down, feeling lost and dissatisfied. Also, tired and lonely and bored and quiet. You'll be looking for something that you won't be able to find. I know why you won't find it. It's those words you refuse to say, yet clutch so hard your knuckles are white.
I sense you want to protect me, wrap yourself around me to ward off evil and bandage my wounds. I'd let you, but it would involve trumpets, red eyed elves capering, and the word of trees to allow such a thing. One day, this day, the other day, this might have happened.