tongues tangled
teeth tuggin at skin
the tv throwin
that tired blue light
towards your face
there’s tenderness
thru the tension of it
the terrible truth
that I could take
this moment
too far inside me
turn it into somethin
traced thru my fingers
twistin it into panic
that three years from now
the bed could turn cold
touch could turn
to thoughtless habit
tho this mornin
tangled sheets
twisted limbs
two tired hearts
tryin terribly hard
to trust how
this could taste like forever








This is slow build to sadness. Think about the future but never too far.
Powerfully penned, 253. Another excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Enjoyed this piece very good ink
Bat