Thursday, 1 December 2011

best crush

I can, taste

springing eternal from bottomless cups of coffee,
shared cupcakes while sat
nestled beneath tall trees and blades of green,
it's moist enough that you can also

hear it,
singing a song that thunders round the cavity of your heart
sounds like a tune that
sounds like a song that you used to know
back when you felt home.

I can feel it
as it climbs up from my toes
to the tips of fingers and tips of lips,
nervous and heavy with old regrets
but who wants to
think of those things when
you can finally

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