I miss her. su We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/103145153
Even with her sleeping in another bed, I feel her here; giving herself to me.
Her nose red, her body cold as she crawls in close to me begging for warmth.
I take her hand and pull my Hummingbird to me, wrapping her close in my arms.
Her face glows brighter as my lips kiss the chilled bridge of her nose.
We lay facing each other, holding one another and we kiss until sleep comes.
My bed might be cold in reality but it burns with kisses on the aether.
today I burned my tongue on a piece of pizza and I think that it’s a very strong metaphor that sometimes the things you love most in life will hurt you.
augustus, is that you?
no he died