Jan
5
“(Elegy for his Hands)
It was late, I was drunk, you were warm
to my hand, I would say, please
don’t leave, touch me there, but
you never
I was late, you were drunk, it was warm
to my hand, I would want, just
to please, you were there, but
I never
I was warm, you were late, it was drunk
to my touch, I was just
late to want, but I would
leave you never” Robyn Art, Notes About His Hands, Part 4. (via upmountains)
It was late, I was drunk, you were warm
to my hand, I would say, please
don’t leave, touch me there, but
you never
I was late, you were drunk, it was warm
to my hand, I would want, just
to please, you were there, but
I never
I was warm, you were late, it was drunk
to my touch, I was just
late to want, but I would
leave you never” Robyn Art, Notes About His Hands, Part 4. (via upmountains)
(via beetroots)
