You cry,
where are my shoes? I can't find them...
I cry,
the ocean makes me want to take my clothes off
and feel the full
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Make eye contact a second too long
Don't smile
There it is.
He'll see white knuckles, gripped edges
A piece of universe between her
shoulder blades
He'll feel a supernova, gutter groans
heat of the heavens in a flash
Look away, and back
there it is. Waiting
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC