one hand on the ground

" then i whispered in her ear whine harder and then she said to me boy just push that thing "

Perfecting modern, and covered with so many bite marks that i lose track of them,
but never ever do I lose my sight of them.
she had the best way with movement,
she was the best that i have ever had.
her body was like the walls, she tasted like cocaine,& the only thing hungry about her was her fast hands.

Her hands touched my whole body. Her hands were on every part of me.
I could feel her eyelashes flicker up against my skin
and the moments I wasn't with her, were moments I just didn't want to live,
but then she was the only one who could pull me out of it.

. . .

you can't call us in love, but i guess you could call us lovers.
and I'm pretty fucking sure this is how it works,
I want more of you, and you need less of me.
so I guess we just need better from each other.

. . .

capital living, with my scars in hibernation and my speech swimming.
I heart subconscious breathing paired with stroke-of-luck being,
and my words not feeling empty every time I find myself talking.
it seems like so long ago that I was confined to buildings, where my memories were barely enough to keep me going