At first it seems illogical, but……………….
we need to exchange words,
like we used to exchange fluids.
I want to kiss you
with a mouthful of sentences,
because that’s the only way
for you to digest them.
I’ll throw up words,
as you play with my mind,
as our bodies play with each other,
and it will be such a beautiful ending
to this party.
I should pinch your skin,
so you would know, you’re not dreaming,
and make you a promise,
that you won’t wake up
that I was just another imaginary lover
in your head.
I will be as real,
as those kisses I’m giving you now.
We need to exchange words,
I say again,
because you know what?
Our conversations are nothing
but a pile of monologues,
that get distorted as we breathe on them,
(as if attempting to warm them up
and make the situation better).
View original post 23 more words