that middle part - where it all pushes together - is my favourite.

lemon sorbet& steamy photos of my legs under_........................................water. you are my secret password& my reason to stay up late, later, latest; yr voicemail is a record for my dreams. you make me want to dress in gauze& lace, the softest things: cashmere like yr skin. you are hearing some of my favourite girls pour out of her mouth& i am much too far away, being reflected in mirrors, again and again.