'darling, i love
you' she
said, fingers dripping down
split ends framing
jawline concerns
soft with urgency almost
begging; almost a
plea of sorts. lovely, your big
brown
eyes
part your lips
just a bit,
dripping a confession still
picking at the sinews of your
youthful
insides. it's me
you want;
'please your sympathy,
please your
ear...
please
your
,love,
me
please.'
i know
how to feel without
feeling, i
am
soft to forget
because
i desire the ease of
illusion. i savor the
taste of_
contentment is
innocence is
brown.