• 1 week ago

I know it’s wrong, in many ways. But I wonder what you’d become, unraveling before me. I wonder about your face, twisted in ecstasy, glistening with sweat. Oh yes, I do wonder about you, doll. But it’s just a hazy dream, an unattainable fascination. You and I do not belong in the same sentence, same frame, same expanse. But I do think of you.. fondly, you could say..