afterward you're warm and soft.
flexible in the places you hold strength.
you're slow to move and slow to speak.
afterward i'm hollow,
like everything in me has drained out.
my body aches with tension.
afterward i climb into your arms,
against the wall of your chest,
hoping i can break all the way through and disappear.
maybe i can fill up my hollow places if i pull you close enough.
can all the good in you push out all the bad in me?
and afterward i'll feel warm and soft too.
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