ladies who laugh
they wear shades of brown all over
skinning teeth/skinning out/skinning hearts/
taking tours over times
oh, she went to corisca
she took a lover
she dreamt of paris
(where he was)
green mountains fold and crest like the arch of my back in moments i created with him
i don’t share that anymore
although it feels like high school
it. is. hot.
smile, you’re creating a memory.
smile, it’s almost over.