scientists say that a fingerprint develops when a baby is only 12 to 19 weeks along and that it is impossible for two people to develop the same print and although i believe in science i am still hoping there is a chance that someone in the world might have the same etches on the tip of his fingers as you did because to find the same hair colour and the same eye colour and the same smile is almost too easy but your touch against my skin made even the brightest of fireworks envious and darling something like that is irreplaceable

You talk to me about daisies
like my lungs are made
of their petals and my
eyes of their pollen,
and I am not afraid of
the way you held me-
I am afraid of the way
I kept on slipping back
to you as though your
shoulder was the only
one that I could rest my
head on as though your
chest was the only one
my hands could fall
asleep in, as though your
thighs were the only one
my fingers wanted to hold,
I am not afraid of the way
you held me. I am afraid
of the way your lashes paled
darker against your snow skin,
your eyes golden beneath
your char hair, I am afraid of the
way your hands felt of comfort
and still riddled with excitement,
I am okay. And not. All the same.
You talk to me as though my lungs
are made of daisies, you hold my arm
as though my body is it's stem, I am not
all the same and okay all at. Once.

"You're killing me,"
I mumbled. And he pressed
my hips as far into his as our
fall plaids and jeans would allow
as we settled into the corner
of the dining room and the
mooning sun shadowed
through the plantation shutters.
Our breaths fell dark against the
gold tan of the wall. He held my hat
behind his back with one hand,
and the small of my back with his
other as drunkenness lulled
concern into his eyes.
"What did I do?" he said
as the halo of the tiring sun
darkened his puppy brown eyes.
His breath smelled like cinnamon
and his eyes were as full as the rising moon.

I listened to my friends,
and took 3 shots
they said it would make me forget about you
but it seems while I'm still intoxicated
all I can think about is you
sober or not
it's always you