bubbleblower

i'm so obsessed with licking the corners of your teeth. it's the little upside-down calcium summits that nip at me and make my heart hang and swing in the wind. you're such an understatement. who knew i could feel stomach hurricanes? impossibility is curving and shaping up to be truth. i just want to think about you. and love. and the unexplanations of time. to have these, so many of these, pinches me in the nerves and smashes my chest in. the luckiest pain i've ever felt. and you, your toes and lips and physical is untouchable. wild. edged. roughed. untouchable is all there is. when really, we're just chinks in bridges and tunnels and elusive little pieces of architecture.