MONO ISSUE 2 - Flipbook - Page 18
always there to remind me until all that’s left is your bra as a cloud raising in the sky,
pressed against your warm chest, line of lace down your smooth back, raising over bone,
so far away it hurts, in my heart, in my chest, in my stomach, in the sky, in the clouds, in
the wind, looking for me, until all there is are empty tomorrows waiting out there, lined
up like rolling grassy hills stretching out to forever
. . . bra becoming clouds becoming mysterious shapes oozing and changing, slowly
moving away. And then the days, like the clouds, growing, twisting, changing, moving . . .
the anticipation of her breath, her breath in the air, on my neck, a garden of words that
she could believe in, because words are all I have left
Time is falling now, falling so fast like pouring rain so please, please forgive me if I ever
forget how it felt when we first touched
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