I think i’ll miss you till my sky’s not blue
But gold and green and purple hues
Of molten memories and stuttered i will’s, I can’t’s and i do’s.
Your handprint on my head, scratching and clawing and pampering
Remains true
To chain me to your handmade fence of fortitude
And let the sun blister me till i’m not sure it’s really you
Anymore.
Maybe i made too much sound in my sleep
I promise to lay still as death
If you weep on my bones
And listen for my cries of joy beyond your touches
I promise to love your breath so much that my insides turn to air
At the thought of you needing more.
I think i’ll love you till the morning’s through
When all that’s left to do is to bury myself in silk and stone
The dirt will whisper as its laid over my eyes
“It’s you, oh it’s you, how wonderful of a surprise.”
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 2:15 PM UTC
I think i’ll miss you till my sky’s not blue
But gold and green and purple hues
Of molten memories and stuttered i will’s, I can’t’s and i do’s.
Your handprint on my head, scratching and clawing and pampering
Remains true
To chain me to your handmade fence of fortitude
And let the sun blister me till i’m not sure it’s really you
Anymore.
Maybe i made too much sound in my sleep
I promise to lay still as death
If you weep on my bones
And listen for my cries of joy beyond your touches
I promise to love your breath so much that my insides turn to air
At the thought of you needing more.
I think i’ll love you till the morning’s through
When all that’s left to do is to bury myself in silk and stone
The dirt will whisper as its laid over my eyes
“It’s you, oh it’s you, how wonderful of a surprise.”
