1. 20:13 1st Sep 2010

    Tags: my poetry

    what hollywood doesn’t show

    the times before this i was frozen, stiff, solid; stuck in my place like ice crystals lining a freezer. i hated it. now, i am liquid. the sun is bright and i wonder, idly, if anyone was sitting up in the trees and watching us on my bed, the pink sheets pooled on the floor, the pillows pushed against the wall. your tongue on my throat, slow, lazy slides down my chest and i laugh, a little, because everything you do still surprises me. i love it. i might need real fluid, soon, you mumble against my navel, laughing a little yourself. there’s plenty right here, i whisper, my hands on your shoulders, drawing backwards letters in your sweat. i wonder if you can read my messages, can recognize changes in tone by the pressure of my fingertips, finding sarcasm in the flick of a nail. you grin into my stomach - it’s too salty to live off of, babe. don’t believe the hallmark cards. we need a little more than just each other to survive.