A Gentleman made of Salt-Water, Mountains, Tattoos and Ship-Wrecks
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Warm engine hum. I'm burning up the miles to be in her
bed. I will numb myself with her body. Inside the four walls of some motel room. Wherever you tell me to be. Distant galaxies. Numb myself with the words in my head I will never
speak. Momentary closure, photographic false memories.
Always better a day later, a week later, 6 years later. You can't have what you want. Take what we can get. Heartbeats. Warm engines. Warm
skin. A hard kiss on the mouth while i'm inside you. Stay numb.