you are all bouncing elbows
and awkward knees
with crinkly eyes
and imperfect teeth
,
gelled up hair
and turned in toes
yet you have shot me
like an arrow from your bow
;
its easy to admit
though it seems out of place-
you are the Sun in the Spring
as it warms on my face

I was furious
because I had been so completely
out of control-
lungs shaking
throat clenching in my path
and spiraling out faster than
that moment before depth,
all because the heart on my sleeve
was bleeding through
and I couldn't stand the stains.

I was out of breath just walking with you.
It wasn't the sun
or the hay bathed heat,
it was the passion
with which you held your silence
that harkened the blood from my veins
and flushed my emotions
clear across my cheeks.

You think
I have all these endeavors
but you are the only one
I feel
is worth pursuing

He was mapped out in my mind
with blank or missing parts
So I became a pirate
in search of all his treasures

they spoke like me
they used my words
they had felt my emotions
and I'd never be whole without knowing

it was no longer even a question
he was there
he was what I wanted
and I was going to do
everything in my power
to make him believe
that I was his

So much like
and creation
his eyes
were a nova
beginning to burn

You just love being up there, don't you?*
I just feel so powerful
my breath caught in my chest
and his smile
could have stripped me to the bone

And just like that, it was so simple
all daytime, flowers, and sunshine
or things
about which birds sing
He was patience
and madness
and simply
a beautiful night sky
just waiting for me to paint him.

He was beautiful
and that would never go away
a kind of beautiful that imprinted itself
in the places you wouldn't remember

It may sound cheesy
but I swear the whole world fell away
in the moment
that I was a princess
and he was a boy
as a prince
reaching out
without withholdings

he held every possibility
which I'd thought I'd forgotten
but they were all there
just trapped
behind the bars he called braces

it's all lies
and truths
and dust
and dreams

with a voice made of velvet
fresh off the steam
he held up the tent
we'd come to call a stage