8/2/10

You don't show me
By Ciara Livingston


When you say you love me,
Do you say it with a fire tongue?
When you kiss my face,
Do you feel stabs of ecstasy running through your veins?
When you hear the words to the sweetest song,
Are you listening for the lyric of my breath?

Am I the posture of your dream state?
The blood, tendons and muscles of your body?

Or am I the only thing that makes sense in your life?


The length of my thigh wraps around you.
My skeleton is made up of your scent.


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Ciara is a 19 year old nursing student who likes to write when her emotions are the strongest. She has been writing ever since she could hold a pen in her hand.