“I want to lay you on that bar and take my time peeling all of this lace off.”
“I want to climb on top and lace my fingers right down into the marrow of your bones and cast off and fly. I want to sail you like a kite in the sky. I want you holding on to me for dear life.”
“Do you ever lay off the crap or is it all bullshit, all the time with you?”
“I saw the autumn leaves peel up of the street, Take wing on the balmy breeze and sweep you off your feet”
“Peel off these dusty wool blankets of apathy and antipathy and cynical desiccation. I want life in all its stupid sticky rawness.”
“Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.”