I wish you nothing..

but someone who will love you the way you deserve to, but someone who knows your worth, but someone who does not only make you feel like home but is also at home with you

and I don't necessarily mean another person

*that someone could be yourself

everything is sticky sweet in the summer
blackberries in the backyard bushes
and honeysuckle lips soft as the breeze
nothing quite as tender as morning molasses
oh, the way it sticks
to me

you fell in love with an alien
you comment on my
otherworldliness
how i make you feel things
no human could do

well you, my love
you aren’t of this world either
but the difference between us
is that
you’re an angel
but
i don’t belong in heaven

i belong on mars

and when you said
laughter is like a foreign language
i imagined that i was
teaching you how to
speak it

All we do is nothing,







but love
and runaway.

"Daddy?"
Yes, princess?
"Where do babies come from?"

Well Princess,
One day you'll see a cutie
And little glitters will tickle
From your chest to your toes
Days will go by holding hands
Giving Eskimo kisses
Passing ******* underneath
Family Thanksgiving tables

Until waking up with the cutie
Is the most stable part of your day.
Safe, like together in this bed
You two are a fortress,
Free, like you could run into the street
And he would stop traffic by breathing
To protect you

You'll sit across from him one night
Blushing over your dinner
Stir fry of everything you pointed at In the grocery store.
And through all that blush you'll ask
If he will be your daddy.

He will stand.
Cross the room
Kneel by you
Take your hand
When he smiles into you
Little glitters will tickle
From your chest to your toes

When he says: "Yes, Princess"
That's how babies are born.

i know a man who
has been radiating warmth since the day
we met--
i know this because i've seen it
spill out of his chest, gutted, like
sunlight through curtains.
like a massacre that speaks softly.

i've watched that light
land on my skin so timidly,
almost without notice.
i've felt it tread gently
across my ribcage and
my heart stop beating
whenever it got close.
to give in to man is to
ask for mercy;
a different kind of
surrender.

and mercy.
that man has had
my heart ever since.