soft spoken secrets slice through the silence
like coffee-breathed cannonballs
sent shamelessly into the space between
who we are
and who we will be
the smile in your eyes makes it seem
as if you really see me
pinned beneath a perfectly blue egyptian cotton sky
and a lake-shore brown box-spring earth
you stretch yourself thin
thin as eyelash lace across a freckled chest
thin enough to let the sunshine gleam through
through all your light and magic
reflecting pure stardust onto my my blank screened flesh
i've never felt as beautiful
as it is to be tangled up in you
extremities snagging one another
in a devine blend
of feverish feinding
and something far more freeing
i'd trade my unsteady pulse
for every day to begin this way
drenched in poetry
and morning dew
and crazed, excited grinning
how about you toss me a post-card
through our dreaming
one of these evenings
yes
my heart strings are singing
this is the beging of a story
that i quite like
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
soft spoken secrets slice through the silence
like coffee-breathed cannonballs
sent shamelessly into the space between
who we are
and who we will be
the smile in your eyes makes it seem
as if you really see me
pinned beneath a perfectly blue egyptian cotton sky
and a lake-shore brown box-spring earth
you stretch yourself thin
thin as eyelash lace across a freckled chest
thin enough to let the sunshine gleam through
through all your light and magic
reflecting pure stardust onto my my blank screened flesh
i've never felt as beautiful
as it is to be tangled up in you
extremities snagging one another
in a devine blend
of feverish feinding
and something far more freeing
i'd trade my unsteady pulse
for every day to begin this way
drenched in poetry
and morning dew
and crazed, excited grinning
how about you toss me a post-card
through our dreaming
one of these evenings
yes
my heart strings are singing
this is the beging of a story
that i quite like
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