Friday, February 26, 2010

o xoxox oxox oxox oxoxo xo ooxo xoo oxoox oo xo xxo o oxox o

all the little bubbles that hide under my lips pop like this:
o ox ox o xoxxo xo ox ox xox oxox xxoox oxo xoxo oox xoo xoox oooox xo o oxox ooxox
as we are lain in your bed putting this theoretical love into practice..
whoa; your hands are finally bigger than mine
(i have quite big hands and especially preposterously lengthy fingers)
and the height of this realization is met as your
calloused fingers seek much to roughly to tune me in the middle