i blush as your pen hits the paper and you sigh
dressed me up in her clothes and sent me off into the golden mauve and sparkling wet rain of a morning
the whole town was waking up in the beds of other strangers
but you were no stranger
you were my savior.


the calming effect of his forehead against the small of my back, with pushed up stilettos held up by strong shoulders, this night is something to compare to the resurrection of christ.

this is the nightmare, that takes my breath away