I drank from the crisp mountain stream, tasting filtered sky with a mossy undertone. Ive never understood how being loved fully could change your entire perspective of the world. I only ever understood the wistfulness of it, and the longing and the frothy, violent bits. The mixed up, rained on parts. The escaped bits that smudge and bleed through. Slowly, I am coming to terms with how vulnerable I am to you, flat on my back like a submissive wolf pup. Daisy petals line your eyelashes, juice of a nectarine flavors your tongue. The side of your mouth twitches, hazy dreamscapes overtaking your mind while we bathe in the glorious autumn devastation.
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About Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses.