you were sprawled across my bed
with my sheets draped across your waist.
the only sound in the room was the sound
of your breathing
and the faint buzz of a helicopter flying
over my apartment.
my index finger danced across your chest
outlining the tattoos that decorated
your skin.
my finger traced the one across your heart,
the letters b.l with a small moon
beside it. the letters stung with each trace
i made and i hoped my mind was doubtful
again, that the two little letters weren’t
meant more than i thought they were.
YOU ARE READING
Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
