sometimes i feel like my strides are too long for my legs and while avoiding cracks i have to
struggle to keep up
i had a dream where all i could smell was your hair and the windows were made of purple glass // we laid in the hammock all day naked and let the sun in through tree curtains // all the chairs on the porch were tipped in towards the table so that rain fall would trickle down off them like words from our backs // your hair was short like you wish it was // everyone said hello in a different color // there was lots of unidentifiable brightness and
you break the walls down
you find the only right puzzle peice in the pile
when i can't
you're checkmate
i play you on repeat
your laugh smells like striking a match
your eyes are bowls of oranges
holding all senses hostage / mesmerised
your body shifts upward like smoke rising
your voice feels like the moment before you
j u m p
i hold my breath when your lips part
if six were seven we would have been an hour early but
all we could come up with was twenty
twenty fingers between us both and
here's two of mine
for the sake of peace
& your thumb so i know it's o.k.
can i live in your library? just curl up behind one of the folders so i can read everything over and over every day. it's a shame no one else is here with me to enjoy your words. you're my secret, i guess, and i'll keep it. obviously, i love this as well.
