— Dashiell Hammett, The Thin Man (via quoted-books)
Was that you- rumpled and wisped when I turned over? Warm sigh and feathered shadow, lashed on a wing of contentment?
Did I dream your voice hushed and wavering with the nights memories hung in your breath?
The musk of honesty lingering between us- hopeful and transparent? I saw you there two headed boy.
And the remnant of moments fed me until dusk resettled- like a blanket wrapped tightly round my neck.