2009-06-10
fran friction
lumbering home on rubber ankles and swaying hipbones we draped our hands around each others shoulders while our sneakers slapped the pavement. wavering slightly, our skin glowed a sickly yelloworange under the streetlights, then flashed white as cars whipped passed and headed west down the san lorenzo.
stumbling over curbs i fly past in daylight, his fingers looped around my waist and pulled me next to him, my gleeful shrieks dissolved into giggles as my right hand forced its way between our bodies and around his back, feeling the small through the flannels warm folds.
tinteardrop at 10:52 p.m.