Thursday, 14 February 2013

You & I

I love
the way that your hands runs to your mouth when you laugh
and the coarse touch of your hands I long to kiss
are just a little too nice for me
but I'm willing to abhor all sour sensitivity
for a chance of a little affection with thee
stomach is a carnival when I'm with you
red and orange and vibrant gold entwined in my heart
you don't mind that I'm a little bit crazy
which is lovely because I'm mad about you

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