Saturday, July 31, 2010

There's a little purple bruise on the upside of 
    my inner thigh

It's a near perfect circle, just a tiny bit off.
That makes me like it more though, the 
    flaw in the masterpiece

You painted it there last night, or the night 
    before (that)
My memory is a bit blurry from your breathless 
    kisses and my spinning soul

Our time there and Our bruise here
It seems so very little, to remember something so very great.