Will you please touch me like an epiphany on fire? In the cab, with your fingers reaching for my inner spine and settlement. Will you? Would you? I tried it with my palms but I ended up quitting after feeling luxurious. Now I want yours.
Every night was torture considering how defiant you are. What a blessing... your blonde hair dancing together with the cold breeze of a lonely evening when my parents unintentionally started drifting away from my undeniable lousy gestures and monogamous relationship. You melted, too; together with my dreams and I'm not even hoping for you to come back, but damn, how great would that be—to feel your eyes on me again, to feel your frustration against my neck, to dance...
I'd tell you to follow me now and then, but no—don't. To be a lover is excruciating, and to be a history is a lovely feeling.
Despite my geometric mind, we both know you're ahead of me, and years later you'll find this letter without my turbulence occurring to you.
The trees will be frozen and we will only be carrying an ashtray.
