"Under your hands, I bloom into ache–and heat and want. And heavy breathand mouth and mouth and..."

“Under your hands, I bloom into ache–

and heat and want. And heavy breath

and mouth and mouth and mouth.

I melt,

all syrup on your fingers. You could

almost spin me into candy floss, except for

this weight on your hips:

this body

and how it buckles

for your body.”

- SPUN SUGAR by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)