Unravel

The wind was chasing us off the ground,

and all I could care for was his face

his lips

his tongue

his hands.

We moved into the safety of my car

and he began to unravel me

in a way that has never been done

His hands were on my face,

my waist

my back

never reaching for anything else

never trying to remove,

unhook

anything on me,

just letting his lips find new

square inches of my skin

to warm.

-C.M. 

 

written 13/12/2016, 01h36AM
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