Your laughter is as sinewy as the
muscle in my thighs, and the deep echo
in your chest reverberates back in
wise memory. 

I want to pull my fingers through your
hair like dark satin, I want to pool
myself into your lap like a black

I know my life with you will change in
every way I’d ever dreamed damnable,
because I always found you in all of my
most soothing nightmares. 

A realm where only the blackened eyes
and bruised lips could mix and melt. 
I did not find it possible to meet on earth, though I’m sure we’ll change the world. 
– B. 

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