Soft locks of dusty blonde ride silently on
the backbone of the wind
Where puffs of smoke play games with ghosts
and shield a mysterious face I’ve known
Steel blue eyes beam through this fog like headlights
lustily glaring through the windows of heavy lashes
stones rolling over his umbrella lids
almost closing but
delivering a daring stare
water to clay and I
instantly mold to his spirit like pottery
A slow sip of hot coffee awakens
the hypnotized creature hiding inside of me
My mind aware yet carelessly smothered in infatuation with
the way these tears drip over the rings in my nose
a salty tongue barely licking a topic
I could tip toe across yet
I decide to sprint through like a child in Summer’s sprinklers
and I couldn’t tell you why without apologizing
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
Soft locks of dusty blonde ride silently on
the backbone of the wind
Where puffs of smoke play games with ghosts
and shield a mysterious face I’ve known
Steel blue eyes beam through this fog like headlights
lustily glaring through the windows of heavy lashes
stones rolling over his umbrella lids
almost closing but
delivering a daring stare
water to clay and I
instantly mold to his spirit like pottery
A slow sip of hot coffee awakens
the hypnotized creature hiding inside of me
My mind aware yet carelessly smothered in infatuation with
the way these tears drip over the rings in my nose
a salty tongue barely licking a topic
I could tip toe across yet
I decide to sprint through like a child in Summer’s sprinklers
and I couldn’t tell you why without apologizing
