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parallel dimensions... if parallel dimensions exist, then somewhere there is a me that actually lost you. i don't think she is doing very well. i wonder if she has even gotten out of bed. i wonder if she believes that this is all a nightmare she just can't wake up from. i believe i would if i was her.parallel dimensions... by ~offbyzero
i feel so very sorry for her, knowing that you are still here with me now. knowing that i can still hear the solidarity, the steadiness, the safety...the things in your voice that are justified but i cannot explain because the english language does not have enough words for describing sound.
i think that's part of why sometimes we only make noises to each other. wor
no lips, please I'll kiss you firstno lips, please by ~offbyzero
if you kiss me
but I'm not ready for lips just yet
just pelvic bones, please
with a side of clavicles,
and the curve of your back,
as you tower over me,
four limbs on each exit.
just your hair, please,
that long, soft hair,
like an evening in silk,
perfumed with the scent
of summer evenings.
(those ripe summer evenings,
as the sun begins to collapse beyond the mountains,
and our toes dig deeper into the greener grass,
our minds tickled by the idea
of experience and adventure
calling our names.)
no kisses yet, please,
just taut hearts
strung up by our
winking eyes
and numb fingertips.
just tease and
Ba-Dump. Thump.Ba-Dump. by ~offbyzero
This is me against your bare chest - because you asked me to rest there, because that's where I want to be.
Thump.
You have a calm heartbeat, though sometimes it quickens without warning. I can only guess what you're thinking about at those times, just like I can only have nightmares about the scars on your back. My fingers graze along the long lines across your spine, a texture that doesn't match the rest of your skin.
Thump.
I have to go soon. I always have to go soon. You always have to drive me there, too. And then you hold me for a little longer, telling me you don't want us to part, as if I can change that. I'm late to every
fisheye view of never with my stomach cemented to the greasy alley floor, you hum a few feet away from me, "down, down, down it goes."fisheye view of never by ~offbyzero
the bottle rolls a tick tack ting when your hand releases its grip on the opaque brown neck. it continues its wind chime gurgle as it leaves us long past when i can't hear it anymore. i imagine it tumbling into the street, neon lights reflected and mirrored along its cheap, curved structure, a moment of tainted beauty before a passing wheel crushes it into dust.
i must be thinking aloud because you hear me murmur incoherently. though, what you hear is "i'm gonna hurl," when i swear i said "once dust, always glass." it's just anot
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hobartcollegelovestory getting high is dangerous without the company ofhobartcollegelovestory by ~sjarman
platonic friends who
wish to remain platonic
despite pheromones & overwhelming sexual
attraction that elicits crazy nighttime
sensations & eucharist
bending guilt trips. & mutual
masturbation, i was told
is not a rite of passage, but instead
a ritualistic adornment of
perversion, that i now wear
proudly with my st christopher medallion
i stole from a student studying
medicine that i wanted to fuck one rainy
day outside of hobart. i wear it around my
waist, slicing casually daggerlike, a sly
dog removed it once
asking if it was of the lesbianic persuasion instead
of checking
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