AABSOLUT.NET

you might say i don’t know what i want.

but i swear, i do, i do. i want these neverending nights of solitude - just us curled up in bed buying the entire itunes store with the ringing of crickets as background accompaniment. there’s nothing i’d like more than to feel your skin oozing, seeping the promise of a new april morning; your every word a chalice full of pulsing, life-giving blood. i need the bubble to surround our flesh, our being. i need a face that launched a thousand ships; a looking glass to saunter through whenever dark clouds roll.