I am having a terribly difficult
time writing poetry
because all my hands talk about
is you
tracing rib cages
with dried flowers
sap infused fingers
from 6 ft trees
but we climbed them
anyway
but not really
because we haven't
that doesn't mean we can't though
Is it possible to love someone you
never met
yes
because it's happening
the idea of you
makes me happy
despite what you say,
that is a necessary word,
so just imagine
what the tangible
you will do to me
God ******
we will
erase the laws of
physics when our atoms touch
thunderstorms will
be our love songs
and when we kiss
(i hope we kiss)
the sun will
eclipse into
a beautifully dim
day
like it was made for just us
**** the distance
**** me
let's go fall asleep
and dream about
chimney bricks and river rocks
and wake up
next to each other
*******
my hands won't shut up about you