intellawolf

I like her puzzle face, her strong jaw knocking on my door with questions in the morning and her eyes sparking silent and new over the edge of the quilt where her hip bones love to linger and juggle my answers. I follow the clues hallowed under her chin and pray they will slide and straddle the soft gloam below her collarbone where I can't decide what words to meander down her back and if I want to put her together or take her apart...