far and getting farther- just add water. the instant magic of an instance.
in an airport toilet you grab my hips and kiss my lips; we make out, we make out in an airport toilet to the sound of some woman taking a piss- it was fantastic. the toilet flushes and maybe one of us blushes but probably not a blush; more of a face flush from excitement and the heat of the moment.
the moment was hot; i liked it a lot. i mean- i meant to say, i like you a lot. okay? a hold on me you really got; more like an intense grip.
my hand your hip; my mouth your lips; an airport toilet. grackles or some other birds perch on a tree next to the arrival terminal or some such thing; a ticket in my fists (which are slippery with sweat); a ticket to tucson from austin.
concentrating on cracks in the cement, my heart cracks a bit as i try not to cry or slip and die in this puddle of wet regret spilling from my chest like blankets of rain.
on the plane.
on the plane i taste your liquids on my chin, i sniff your pencil-shaving scent, i close tight my eyes and imagine that beautiful triangle-of-an-owl between your thighs.
i apologize. really- i mean, for serious- this is me apologizing.
in an airport toilet you grab my hips and kiss my lips; we make out, we make out in an airport toilet to the sound of some woman taking a piss- it was fantastic. the toilet flushes and maybe one of us blushes but probably not a blush; more of a face flush from excitement and the heat of the moment.
the moment was hot; i liked it a lot. i mean- i meant to say, i like you a lot. okay? a hold on me you really got; more like an intense grip.
my hand your hip; my mouth your lips; an airport toilet. grackles or some other birds perch on a tree next to the arrival terminal or some such thing; a ticket in my fists (which are slippery with sweat); a ticket to tucson from austin.
concentrating on cracks in the cement, my heart cracks a bit as i try not to cry or slip and die in this puddle of wet regret spilling from my chest like blankets of rain.
on the plane.
on the plane i taste your liquids on my chin, i sniff your pencil-shaving scent, i close tight my eyes and imagine that beautiful triangle-of-an-owl between your thighs.
i apologize. really- i mean, for serious- this is me apologizing.
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