15 May 2006

berlin

we made love in berlin on the his-and-hers down comforters, your dimples bigger than ever (like my smile)
i imagined bilingual children running through heidelberg
i was hurting in more ways than one
(i could tell you could sense it, the tension in my hips)
but yourfingers felt it all out
and when i left you for paris i
didn't
give myself to anyone, still lost in the dream of you
and those fucking dimples

god- those dimples, how that boy smiles...
when he smiles...


i'm sorry to say the bruises are still missing
my skin feels better when its blue

2 comments:

Brian Boutwell said...

Hey Brandy. The kind folks at the writing group/blog: Taking the Brim___Took the Broom would like you to join. E-mail me so I can get you joined. If you want to?

Brian Boutwell said...

Oh, and sex in foreign countries, tantalizing.