Wednesday, October 10, 2012

The Perfect Relationship

If you and I are both made of glass
then we're tinted and diamond-proof.
We're aerodynamic
the wind can't touch us;
can't cool us down.
Like the way our hands latch
together sharing blood
until our palms are clammy.
Like the way our bodies snap
together sharing heat
until we both sweat.
We're tempered to a degree.
Until something pushes one of us
and the other just says fuck it
eliminating it from existence.
We're chipped by the past,
cracked by mistakes and
scratched by the gore of steamy nights
but not a single blemish from any fights.

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