your reckless shoulders play make-believe
against the palms of my hands,
which are running all around you,
chasing memories of yesterday.
these cigarette-flavored kisses drive me
crazy. drive me out of my mind.
maybe you could wind me, round and round,
till i'm all over you.
the streetlamps are hanging very low,
casting shadows and completely setting us aglow.
baby, we're shining brighter than the stars.
i wish i could put a paperclip on my dreams,
so the wind wouldn't blow them away.
a/n: where are you? it's been thirteen months, six days, five hours.