I picture monarch butterflies on your collarbones
Perched on the tiny hairs of your stomach
The patterns on their wings reflecting back
In your eyes as orange and black fragments -
I carefully pursue laying my lips
Soft enough not to disturb the quiet -
I observe as your face becomes like fall
And in order for your body not to
Crumble into leaves about me,
I think of vines bending around your legs -
As I bring you to safety upon the desert soil
I envision the Earth trying to steal you away
Opening up in my peripheral, gaping,
The sky lighting up in sparks and strikes
Storm clouds rolling and growling
Nature taking back its proudest creation -
I’d protect with lofty arms
Cradle you like newborn fauna
As everything around is breaking apart,
Bayonets and battle boots we leap over,
While we run to greener grasses and denser forests
Until on our own accord, we are
Becoming driftwood, floating listlessly,
We will then disappear into the sea, blissfully,
And lay unseen beneath the kelp and colored coral
Hearing the waves break above us
Tasting the salts in between our kiss
Until we dilute and dissipate -

No one will ever find us.

12/19/2013

Posted on 12/19/2013
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