talk of divinity

what?

come on, you’ve got to speak up.

i don’t have all day.

what, you want to touch me?

yes, i know, i know. i am so soft and warm.

i know. go on, then. it’s all laid bare before you.

like the salt flats, i have expanses of skin.

i have oodles. take it. it’s fine.

what do i care. the sky ties itself into knots for me

every day. you think i care about your hands?

take it. i know you want to. you are all want,

huh? don’t worry. we all are.