Goodbye for now
I'm gonna miss you
A lot

I'm gonna miss those flowered dresses

I'm gonna miss you putting on make-up in your underwear

I'm gonna miss just being a part of your life

I'm gonna miss loving you

I am gonna miss sleeping naked on your twin sized bed

I am gonna miss drinking on your couch

Until we sit there

Too ****** up to move

Kissing those *** flavored lips

I wish I didn't miss you
Or how you were ticklish
Or how you wrote notes and left them on my car
I miss drinking black coffee at Allens diner
Walking down the beach
Just holding your hand was enough for me
But you insisted we rent a hotel room on the river of lights
Sleeping again on white sheets with you
The window thrown open
And all of the moonlight coming in

They had a feast in your honor
I decided not to go

I decided to walk the great gardens
Balancing on the high stone walls

Jumping here or there
Listening to birds sing

Sun up
I was nobody in particular

Getting lost in the buisness of things

I could have been a beetle walking on a leaf

I could have been a fox
Watching you from the quiet of a hedge

So when I lay down on that green grass
Everything so altogether warm

I didn't think about you
or me
or your monologues

I thought of a hand full of bees

Pulling at my body like pollen
Spreading me out over the life

The pond full of hungry coy
Hyacinth

A silent crane watching me

I would swim in this pond
But I am satisfied to loom above my reflection

Seeing myself reflected on the background of heaven

second place ribbons are usually red
they're all i ever win
or lose anyways

so i'll knit myself a scarf from a hundred of the fibers
and when i've clawed at my neck and started to bleed
no one will be able to tell red from red
dead from dead

Just

the

Wind

Of


Your

Voice

From

When

You

Say

My


Name


Could


Make

Me


Float

Away

But

That's okay


It's all okay

soft body,
you
cradled
my hands
as if
they
were
infants. precious babies from the stars.

we could get lost in the beauty of this if you want,

or we could kiss cross legged on the hardwood floor even though my parents are in the room next door and the sound your lips make on my neck is a dead give away.

love is not for hiding

although if you were listening you could hear
the
ardent,
synchronized
breath
the brief collapse of two humans into each other,
a
pile
of
heartbeats
and
explorations;

this is different. this is different because i am choosing so and because it is un rushed and  because you are

lingering.