Pluto

Pluto Feb 2014

i would want to live a fairytale
where you were the prince
and i the damsel in distress
awaiting the feel of your lips against mine

but this is reality
and i am no damsel
and you are no prince
and the touch of your lips
(and lovely fingertips)
has already brought me to
a happily ever after
with you.

happy happy happy.

Pluto Feb 2014

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we've got the ground below us when all we do is look up and wish we were one with the stars

*but don't we realize we already are?

Pluto Feb 2014

i'd do anything

oh what i would do
to feel the spark of your touch,
your soft skin against mine.
the warmth of your fingertips lightly brushing against my cheek
as you tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.
i would relish the butterflies in my stomach
as i look into your eyes with your burning gaze unbroken,
held by trust and comfort.
i would cherish every moment spent in the cradle of your arms
while you hold me against your chest
claiming me as yours and only yours,
forever.

Pluto Feb 2014

fragile hearts

can you safely say
that you have lived and laughed enough
can you confidently smile
without having to tuck in the deep convictions of your mind?
will you whisper to me the stories of your past
will you enchant me with the tears in your eyes?

your fragile heart will not be broken
the secrets of your mind unspoken
let me cradle your vulnerability to my wounded chest
so that we may mend each other in the process

Pluto Jan 2014

inhale

who knew toxic fumes were so comforting?
we're humans who,
confide in pain and whisper secrets to the forgotten
why is it that
the flirtatious wisps of hurt
circle our minds and get in between our hair
and soothes every nerve in the body
when it isn't supposed to?

you're breathing again oh sweet lady

and that in itself is fear
who are we,
to take comfort in death?

Pluto Jan 2014

thankful

you've held my hand and whispered against my cheeks
and though the dying wind may have bitten his last icy bite against the corner of my eyes
i no longer fear
anything

as long as i am
with you

Pluto Jan 2014

were you,

the letter on my doorstep I never wished to open,
the word unwritten and the picture unspoken,
the breeze despised and the heat adored,
or the deepest jungles left unexplored,
were you,
the twisted note birds left unsung
or the race that no one really won?
were you
the broken seal of a very old book
or a blown out candle
(because a breath was all it took)

*you were so many things I just couldn't see
there were so many you's
but only one of me.

it's been a while since I wrote a rhyming one.