Leave Something for the Archaeologists
2005-08-14
The Norns Have a Funny Sense of Humor...
Boy Who Lent Me His Shirt
Found lust and beauty on a pull-up bar. The muscles of your bared back. Reading of Fate. The curve of your etched biceps. The tiny scars of your body. Stone -hard stomach. Falling straight to the line of your flat hips.
Found ecstasy with your slightest touch. The fluid motion of impact-battered hands. Metal-beaten fingertips. Somehow soft against my skin. Bones, sharp for striking. Muscles, broad for breaking bodies. Yet somehow soft in which to drown.
Found passion never felt before. Touching fire, I thought in which to burn. But found instead a kindred soul. Your desire, audible in your breath. Your thoughts, readible in your silence. The pain that forged you once to metal. Contrasted by the hope in your green eyes.
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I didn't need to say a word. You were right there to catch me. When all the laws of physics. Suspended. In a quantum universe thought previous an impossibility. You were right there to touch me. When I reached out expecting empty air.
Instead, I found your breath to my lips...
