5:50 p.m. - 2008-11-16

my love can only go sar far; between linens, in backseats, against fences, in front of flames, in a variety of bathrooms, over a fallen tree.
your love...
i don't even know what that's like. could it be your hugs? your lips against my forehead in the dark? your legs entwined in mine?
i wish i knew, love.
i wish i knew you.