Stitches

We are alive in a quiet suburbia, sitting on sidewalks underneath golden glowy street-lamps. The rest of the world is asleep, but we are smoking cigarettes, and telling secrets to the night. 

I crave these moments of emotional nudity. The weight of your soul pressed up against mine, making love in midair. 

Every piece of you, stitched so tightly together, comes undone.

You keep apologizing, but I ask you to stop.  

I want to tell you that I'm not afraid of everything that you are...

unravel

     unravel

          unravel

                unravel

Open your mouth, your heart, your mind

I want to see all of you

Maybe someday we will move in freedom

Lips and all