miércoles, abril 21, 2010

I was good.

...but I was not yours,
and still you kept touching my knee.
There, your warm hand over my cold skin.
You had a name (I sure remember)
and I was sweetheart.
Your hand, strong ever my leg.
I, blushing;
Licking my lips,
smiling...
But I was not yours;
You could only taste my knee.
I was bad.

Detox

Por mi parte, será detox, vomitar primero tus brazos.   Los extrañaré, pero necesito que estén afuera.   Luego tus piernas, tu torso, tu bob...