i could almost read your lips
through the biting tones the wind made.
we laughed like children as we fished
for our kites in the brightest of blues
we have ever seen,
and there wouldn't be anywhere else
i'd rather be
with your feather fingers
and coffee tongue.
my knobby knees kissed your
stitched up toes
and i heard your heart buzz
through the chest plate,
like there was a bee hive
waiting up for summer.

i woke up to you thawing out my
frozen body,
and i knew it the moment
you made a splash
in the reminisces
of my rusted out
bolts
and puzzled the
cardboard drawings
i left out on the back porch
where we listened to the collisions
the chimes felt,
but there was nothing more beautiful
than the sound waves
we could commit
and our
bodies could talk for hours
like the days bled into
weeks.
i have forgotten my
drowning wells
and held onto the thought
that you could
find me
in the trees
with more pennies
that etched my thoughts
and the stories
i have of you.