Your dimples like the ocean, carved out of the earth in perfect ovals, deep, pale, and inviting only present themselves when I need their warmth most desperately and I've always been kind of uncomfortable with the way I look in my bathroom mirror, absolutely soaked in flaws illuminated dramatically by daunting white fluorescent lights but I have to say I like the way my face looks kind of soft and easy when I catch a glimpse of it all tinted green in the reflection of your eyes
You are smoking a misty rose with your legs crossed in front of a sliding screen door and the way the sun hits the small blonde hairs on your thigh makes you seem kind of vulnerable but then again you are breathing fire, quite literally and the biggest star in the sky has come just to touch you where your strength collects most vividly, I think it is absorbing you, I think it will be so bright today that flowers will break free from the earth & grow at rapid speeds because you are in the sky now, or you've always been, maybe only for me or maybe for the entire world, I can't decide
yesterday you cried on the way home from center city right in the back of a ***** taxi cab and when we got to the north side you said the rain was just so pretty
I don't always understand the contents of your skull but I know that it all fits somehow with the decor in my house and you are more than shower *** on Friday night and you are more than pancakes on Sunday morning, cause I could stare at you forever and die thinking I'll live forever