gentle gentle gentle
in my world, stone is soft and the sun shines black
in my world, you smile more and laugh into my neck
in my world, father calls me son
in my world, the world isn't a world but a state of being here here here where lies are buried in the sodden earth
in my world, tea is bitter like your soul but this time your soul is something otherworldly and how degrading of me to compare it to tea
soft soft soft
pillows and sheets and your smile and the skin above your hip bone
your voice and stars and whispers against chests
clasped hands and sleepy grins and entangled limbs
when will you stop
[i can't stop i won't stop don't make me stop]
