You can smoke your cigarettes
And with every exhalation
I can inhale you
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC
you are beautiful
like when the sky meets in the middle
of dawn and dusk
you are beautiful.
and I love the way
your fingertips meet mine
like the way the rain meets the pavement
I love your ways.
to not have you
but to be beside you
is all I ask
I don't want to have you
I want to be part of you
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 10:33 AM UTC
We are taught to write neatly
but how can I deny what you write so deeply?
With your scruff and ease,
that no one else sees
but me.
I feel honoured to decipher
what's laid before me.
A survivor
a desire
a provider
a divider
a whirlwind of fiction
all balanced in the depiction
your ink puts to pages
and pages of this contagious
frenzy we call "writing"
and now I'm squirming and writhing
in the itch to just
pick up a pen
and not care about handwriting.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC