i have a certain fascination for the word "and". i give the poem more personality, more truth when i use it. it also creates a sort of rhythm in my head. this was written back in the time when i still knew how to capitalize my letters properly ;)



and

and
when you breathe into my mouth
I can feel your soul seeping past my teeth, sliding against my
tongue, coating my throat with memories, filling my lungs with pure need.

and
when your hands burn on my skin
I can feel your emotion dancing along your fingertips and delving
past my defenses until my eyes can no longer open, leaving me lost within this warm and moving darkness.

and
when you breath into my hair and rest your cheek against it
I can feel your love, misplacing itself and stealing bits of my heart

and

I know
that when your eyes melt from black to brown again
I know
that you will pull back as if nothing had happened because
I know
you can't truly be with me the way I truly am with you.