pale collarbones
gentle and subtle
the hint of fabric softener
flawlessly woven into his black t-shirt
the way his fingers twitch
and his breathing deepens
with a heavy head
when he's sleeping
makes my heart-rhythm quicken
and lip-corners rise
to the sun
to the stars my arms reach
to meet my real self
my real happiness
my real place
my real soul
my real morning
and ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
a tumbleweed crosses our path
i had mistaken it for a skunk
but i always think of you
as the moon grows
frightening and blood-orange
the tides rise
like the chocolate and shrimp
in my tummy
with the butterflies
he put there
he stays
he leaves
but he still stays
right where i want him
right where i left him
right where we left
we left the past
but we still talk about it
but it doesn't matter now
now
now i want the sun
i want the stars
i want the salt in the sea
i want all the desserts
i want all the bites
i want all the skies
i want all the bugs
all the breeze
not the breeze
(it makes me angry)
all the redwood trees
and all the leaves
before they fall
so i won't fall
unless it's into him
into him is what i see
and what i see is
light