i'll cross oceans like never before

by Rachel Lynch in

Take the reckless veil from your face and drip your fingers across the end of summer. Sucked in and swimming, this is serenity. I've got the littlest white lace boxer briefs and you've got the lips of a diving dreamer. Clean that skin and lick my eyelashes, we're playing in the soft white of the summer woods. We're going to explore every fall and brush as the lack of tongue keeps us going under.

That bridge is on fire.

I like hiding and maybe you should seek. This isn't an empty game but a progression hymnal of life tearing at all of its embellishments.