if hands were run-on sentences 

Poem by Avery Parrott

up and down and up and down
and up and down and up and
down my back and knotted into my hair
trying to figure out these buttons
and where they’re all coming from

silk and sweaty cotton contact
coming and going
patchy and distracting
and oh my god oh my god
i didn’t know you could do that

quickly
but as slow as you’d like
only if you’re sure you wanna do this now
only if you’re sure you’re sure
only if your brother isn’t home
only if your brother isn’t home

here, no here
running thru the thicket of your beard
with these fingers that usually don’t do much but struggle with the denim of your pants and softly quiver when you’re near

rouge nails up and down his back again
he’ll never be all mine
he’ll never be all mine
i can hold on for as long as i can
but he’ll never be all mine
not now, at least
not this time

 

luciddreamsmag

Two sisters who just really love music and love to share the same passion with others!

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