so long fire // writing storage

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]had a million things i wanted to put in this but surprise none of them made it into the trash heap

[spoiler=another orpheus thing? the world may never know]
the butterflies in your stomach
you press into the dunes of his skin,
delicate wings
trembling with your lips.

they could tear
so easily
on the gravel of his cheeks.
[/spoiler]