I’ve left my heart
in 4 places
The first,
in your eyes- silvery
like two pieces of sea glass,
like two never coming back’s,
like two question marks
The second,
in your warmth
an aura of fireplaces
crackling with all the times I wish I could touch you,
you are so so so far away, and I still need you, want your lips so badly
The third,
in your familiarity
the sound of gasping for air between laughs,
the image of your face,
the incessant shaking of a polaroid
The fourth,
in a place
where electricity buzzes underneath the sidewalk
and pretty girls, beautiful boys
walk around like sculpture skulls,
where music lives and thrives and flourishes,
where I will find you-
a place to finally rest my heart on