I remember your orange shirt that I took. It was my favorite among all the colors you wear. Because it brings out the greens of your eyes. I remember taking them off of you, with hushed voices, trembling hands, and a tangerine scent. Your hands were cold to my touch. But your mouth wandered and burnt traces on my skin. I remember waking up the next day when the sun was barely there. Your legs were hugging mine, and your lashes fluttered with a sigh. Your lips bid me farewell that morning, but it took months before your body let me go.
ESTÁ A LER
Trinkets
PoesiaIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
