daylight
breaks
through
the
crack
of
my
window.
I
see
the
stream
of
glass
stuck
between
your
lips.
breathe
in
fog
of
flowers
and
the
taste
of
your
skin.
tangled
sheets
where
I
perceive
your
eyes
in
beauty
and
those
messy
sheets.
lost
between
blurred
eyelashes
and
warm
inviting
palms.
so
tell
everything
without
saying
anything
at
all
of
my
pores
dirty
with
sweat
and
your
soft
static
on
my
thigh.
A/n: Christine and I wrote those together, word by word.
breaks
through
the
crack
of
my
window.
I
see
the
stream
of
glass
stuck
between
your
lips.
breathe
in
fog
of
flowers
and
the
taste
of
your
skin.
tangled
sheets
where
I
perceive
your
eyes
in
beauty
and
those
messy
sheets.
lost
between
blurred
eyelashes
and
warm
inviting
palms.
so
tell
everything
without
saying
anything
at
all
of
my
pores
dirty
with
sweat
and
your
soft
static
on
my
thigh.
A/n: Christine and I wrote those together, word by word.
