December 2010
And how I long for your four limbs
and long to sleep amongst their bends
And how I love to assist the burning the rushes to your hips
Sick of being single when it's cold outside!
So i solemnly swore to 6000 odd of you a while back I would avoid dating male sluts right? The classic 20 somethings who were head to foot with tattoos, had a monroe or medusa, sometimes a handlebar tash (cause God knows why but i find them so so attractive on some guys) and the tendency to have a really bad reputation with girls. You’ll be glad to know its been a good (albeit less exciting)...
if I never see you again
I will always carry you
inside
outside
on my fingertips
and at brain edges
and in centers
centers
of what I am of
what remains.
C.B
Pick out, pick out the splinter,
You got from breaking homes,
Of bricks fell and broken,
And powers/people overturn
