Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Afterburn

To love you is to burn myself
Not just in words
But with fire from a dying stove
Trace a line of aftershave
On my wrist
Hoping to scar the places where
You love me the most.

1 comment:

  1. I nominated you for an award :)
    http://cupandchaucer.wordpress.com/2012/06/06/an-award/

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