we slept, curled
on the dark green fuzz of the ottoman
blankets draped off us like fallen curtains
my socks dangling half-off my feet
i woke to the sound of your snoring and stroked your nose
perfect-triangular, with the tip of my finger
ran it down over your lips; thin trembling jellyfish tissues
we rustled like slow-moving bonsais, flowering all around each other















Devious Comments
Comments
i like the image of the sloth-like bonsais
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lex
its a good thing no one actually reads anymore or i might get a call from Randy Rapist in Louisianna
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lex
This part was most powerful, the most understated.
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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