[pointing]
all mixed up
[to your]
sensations that always lead me down
South
downtown.
it's beating
your
pulsing
pulse
pull
p
puh
puhpuh
puhpuhpuhplease
miss the way
one way
sunday morning
just-fucked
no shirt
my skin
everywhere
feeling of my tongue
against your cheek.
[ext. fade in. nighttime. paris.
one year later]
They couldn't stop seeing the sunshine in each other's eyes, even when the new moon was blackening the velvet night and there wasn't any sort of summer time life left in the air. They managed to find the springtime in their fingertips when they held hands in the ice, though, and the eiffel tower's glittering music made for the only thing they could hold onto other than the hope for another year to stay.
are you
still
finding
my hair tucked into the secrets of your clothing
folds
holding just enough
of me
to make
sure you
wish at
every
possible
minute?
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