I love when you
sleep talk
And breathe heavy
on my chest
I love when you shiver
turning blankets into nests
And eyelashes fluttering
small birds taking flight
I love when you
sleep talk
And hold me close
at night
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
I could walk a tight rope across your collarbone and trapeze across your chest,
I would nestle in the crease of your elbow then escape down your forearm,
I can trace the veins in your wrist and read the future in your palms,
I will dance on your finger tips then tangle myself into the spaces between.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC
when Helen tried to
commit suicide I didn't
know until she told me
at the Oklahoma! premier
when I said I hadn't seen
her in so long and she
casually stuffed her
hands in her pockets
and said *Well, yeah,
I tried to **** myself
and was in a place*
so I took her face
between my palms
and kissed her forehead
which was out of character
for me, back then, but I wanted
to pull the black out of her brain
with my lips.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 5:41 PM UTC
I like it when you hold me
When I can look into your eyes
For you are beauty, a sense of familiarity, the feeling that you are all I need in my life.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
It's obvious, isn't it?
When two similar planets pass by
each other
and get caught in
each other's
gravity.
It's obvious what must happen here.
The words not said
scream loud enough to
bridge the hundreds of miles,
and we still don't
say them.
Not yet.
It's obvious we haven't been here before.
Into uncharted waters,
we move so
very
slowly,
careful not to create waves
before we meet in the center,
careful not to misstep,
so that we can
do things right
for once.
It's obvious.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
It feels like
there is a volcano
rupturing inside of me.
I can feel it in my chest
I feel it throughout
my veins
and if you ever see this,
look at it as if
it is a message
in a bottle at
the bottom of the sea
that reads
"come find me."
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
Maybe some day we will dance
Holding hands in disbelief
As tears of joy
flow from our eyes
While the field of flowers
will cheer in salute
Maybe our eternity
will come to an end
And our day will come
to begin . . . just maybe
Just maybe I hope
beyond my dreams
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
I hunger for your hands
Substituting what happens between them in living memory.
The intimacy of being that close.
Simplifying fragility.
It's natural that they'd become curious. Roaming about until they themselves feel comfortable.
That feeling in the center of your chest that makes you feel that you can do anything.
In A place of this size.
I long to be lost in the grasp of somewhere comfortable.
To wake up and see you exposed in a calm hush
Falling back asleep in complete comfort
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
my hands are always cold
but not when they're interlaced
with yours.
something about us is right.
i'm drowning in your light.
i never thought drowning
would be this nice.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC