"I want to whisper your name in the vortex of ecstasy."
this would make a sick band name.
Intimacy threads itself through you and me,
Weaving heart-binding breaths
Into a secret tapestry with smoking edges.
The rumble of your voice
Makes its home in my chest,
And we spend the inky hours entwined.
Wow; I absolutely love this version of the poem. The writing in this was fun, and I enjoyed the back-and-forth between the characters.
And now I want pasta…