something from meA Story by ContessaOnce, a while ago, someone who was in love with me asked me to say something. "I want to hear something from you." I loved her, so I wrote. Spilled my heart. Or my mind rather. Enjoy.So we sit in tandem. In limbo or tangency. Either way touching the edge. Electron to electron, how close can we get to contact? And what happens then? Do we feel skin, for the first time? Fitting, don’t you think, in a world of cobblestone streets and crookedly straight teeth. Of cherry lips and rosebud nips. A p***y like the opened rose, raw with human honey. Fitting that it’s us. Perhaps. Fitting us we fit together. My chin in your shoulder, your hand undermyshirtupmyback. Snap. Fit together like your legs huddling my hips(?) waist/. Do we then pull these tongues to our own ripe cherries. To swap spit to or just say hello. Hello. Or do we read brail in acne and hear secret messages in the smacking of gum. a stubby pencil crinkly paper on across the math room. Smarter than me. You are smarter than me. Across the table to across a simple field of electrons. We gained closer. We gained less space. Lost more. Now your stomach against mine do we feel skin or do we feel love or do we feel the knot tie and untie when your subatomic parts bury themselves in. me. Do we dance in trees Do we dance In lights and sound Or do we dance Around Our points Misspelled as paints/ Paint me, babe Paint me in my horrific glory Put these satiny burns to canvas and this ragged hair in oils. Put my ribs under my breasts under my rosebudnipples. Show me you see beauty in this rugged skeleton. If my goosebumps rise and fall for hours will you put your body behind my shutterclickflash let me put a chocolate heart between your lips only to take it back with my teeth,, tainted with the pretty watercolours of youyou because it tastes better now that your cherry mouth h as tugged at mine lastly will you slam me into that wall to break my xylophone ribs so that I might pick your flower and you would kiss the bruise on my shoulder bladeknife.? © 2017 ContessaAuthor's Note
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Added on July 4, 2017 Last Updated on July 4, 2017 AuthorContessaSeattle, WAAboutA hopeless romantic. A flash-fiction/super super short story lover. Yes, I'm gay. more..Writing
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