Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "plath"
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Anne, why aren't we? We should be, you being forever gone is not an excuse. Listen very carefully ; our bloodied hearts are hearkening to the gleeful requests of our limbs to be together. You know, our mouth wants us to, our lips are eager to be sealed.
We should never stop nor separate even when our breath forgets us, it's only fair. I want to kiss you everywhere and there. You should kiss me here and everywhere. Come to me. Get down on your knees and breathe on me, of all the endings you prefer, I prefer this one too. My fingers enmeshed in the wreath of your silken hair made sublime by our ruin, guiding you in toward me.
Pulling you to myself, you opening your mouth and then closing it shut. Everything is stirred. After the gods are awakened, we can finally let go, because they cannot be bothered, but not of each other- just the faith we have in us. Your face dribbling with every bit of me, whey sheen of our end glistening prettily on your skin that's not yet drawn on paper.
Wisps of my smoke coming out of your darkened mouth. Come on, swallow me whole. You are half woman but I want the fishy parts. You smell nice. Let's stay like this and make these few seconds our forever. Let's not move. Until you are no longer wet, until time forgets us altogether. There comes a time when one song is enough, Jenny Lee. I love her music, yours too. Once I wanted to be with the million others, now I just want to be with you a million times.
Are you coming?
Are you staying ?
I am.
Look at me, I'm touching my temple and then pointing at you. For you.
We should never stop nor separate even when our breath forgets us, it's only fair. I want to kiss you everywhere and there. You should kiss me here and everywhere. Come to me. Get down on your knees and breathe on me, of all the endings you prefer, I prefer this one too. My fingers enmeshed in the wreath of your silken hair made sublime by our ruin, guiding you in toward me.
Pulling you to myself, you opening your mouth and then closing it shut. Everything is stirred. After the gods are awakened, we can finally let go, because they cannot be bothered, but not of each other- just the faith we have in us. Your face dribbling with every bit of me, whey sheen of our end glistening prettily on your skin that's not yet drawn on paper.
Wisps of my smoke coming out of your darkened mouth. Come on, swallow me whole. You are half woman but I want the fishy parts. You smell nice. Let's stay like this and make these few seconds our forever. Let's not move. Until you are no longer wet, until time forgets us altogether. There comes a time when one song is enough, Jenny Lee. I love her music, yours too. Once I wanted to be with the million others, now I just want to be with you a million times.
Are you coming?
Are you staying ?
I am.
Look at me, I'm touching my temple and then pointing at you. For you.
