Do you know what it's like
to be pulled further from the sun, wondering how it becomes warmer, and why the roads you're on stay lit up as clear as day. Do you know what it's like to feel the hours you stand on take their holiday, the distance between now and the next measured by the imprint of his lips, on your lips. And seconds are replaced with passes of his fingertips 'round the small of your back. This is what happens when the universe gets time right, and when we're no longer dependent on a sun to replace our carnal desire, for desire. And when life is measured by the shortest distance between each other. Comments are closed.
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