hush.

Sometimes you kiss me and I'm sure that I'm unravelling slowly. One day, we'll both be surprised to find me a pile of ribbons in our bed.I hope the strands fall about in a pattern that will make you smile.Sometimes you look at me and I know that you see right through it, the painted eyes and the way I bite lips (yours and mine). You're in all the corners perfect for hide-and-seek and there's no room for me there anymore. Sometimes I touch you and I feel my own heartbeat. It makes sense, and sometimes I think I should keep it there, in the trapped bit between my breasts and your spine. How forward of me.Sometimes we breathe in unison, when we're still and wrapped around each other. I don't think you notice that.