ahnyalove

morse code upon collarbones and sun-bleached smiles. she wasn't ready. she wasn't ready.     he had open arms like     the song about the london bridge;     chlorine baptized him a new     man. innocent, innocent, what did you see when you kissed her? the pearls upon the waves, the silence upon the shore. was it quiet enough to hear the break? thunderous blue, the chasms of her eyes.                                    I was