There’s a cool breeze blowing
And I can already feel the relief
After the rain
The rain may not even come
Fickle LA weather teasing
But the sweet emotion
The wet eyes in the sky
Reminds me of home
Watching a rain storm pummel the pavement outside the garage
Walking up to my fathers back
Turned to face the storm
And I stood with him and felt
I felt held
I felt made of Stone
But one with the storm
Heady wholesome relief
Just a cool breeze is a enough to rustle through these memories.
Steal down the stairs won't you?
Come into my quiet heart
Here in the dark
Savor my quiet parts
Turn your mouth inside out
Let me know your taste buds
With my fingers my nails and my tongue
Put your knuckles in my lungs
Tear the flesh
Beat it numb.
Why couldn't you let me love you?
Why did you break it when you knew it was broke?
Why did you take it when you what they'd wrote?
I was somber and blue
But I lit up like a fool
You blonde goddess I lit up for you.
The thought of you and I smiled in the dark
Whispering "Undress me
Savor the quiet parts
Just please don't hurt me
Here in the dark".
Have you ever fallen in love like a cookie dipping into milk?
The milk is thick and whole and fills the holes
Where anxiety used to tick
It makes you softer, makes you better, makes you wetter and sweeter still
The only catch
My cookies beware
Is that if you get undipped
You’ll find yourself now soggy silt
Fumbled across a paper towel
Leaking your beloved milk.
New and glowing
Green and wet behind the ears
High on nothing but the night
How is it
That I meet someone even more lovely
With more to say
I rate their kissing
On a scale of 0-how you kissed me
Still I wish it was your touch that traced along my spine. Even though you didn’t do it as well as this new lover, I still want to know how it would feel from you. I want your fumbles.
Three times we slept together
But. Clearly it’s quite a lot.
Because still I compare every new lover to the way you’d throw your head.
Still I keep a guard up between my iris’ and their smile.
Still I feel like these are passing time until I see you again.
And for what? What do I want?
I honestly would just love to get lunch.
See what you look like, in the sunlight, eating a sandwich, smiling at new things.
How is it that because I love you, I can’t even like someone else.
Someone who is funnier, more charismatic, who brings more to the table.
But still. I just want to sit across from literally any table with you.
She's a seamstress in her way,
Stitching together her dreams,
So the seams lay exactly how she says they may.
With sharp scissors and a wet tongue,
She snips the cloth and licks the one,
Who'll slip through the needles eye,
Carrying all that metal in her noose,
coyly cuddling with rose and chartreuse.
Sad like Valentines Day 2019 at Fed-Ex, boxing up my husbands things, Papa on the phone spouting fear in my ear, tear rolling unchecked down my cheek, my thumb penning a pragmatic bullet point list explaining 'leave you'.