I find you between the lines,
when the sky is mercury
and the world slows to a halt.
in these moments
(listen--the ocean is silent)
we whisper, crashing
in and out of starry tenderness,
hurricane youth. and
I find you between the lines
where our bodies fade into one another,
where hand meets hand meets
earth: there is something about
windy mornings, tacit eternities
and the way your fingers
find escape in my hair.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
I find you between the lines,
when the sky is mercury
and the world slows to a halt.
in these moments
(listen--the ocean is silent)
we whisper, crashing
in and out of starry tenderness,
hurricane youth. and
I find you between the lines
where our bodies fade into one another,
where hand meets hand meets
earth: there is something about
windy mornings, tacit eternities
and the way your fingers
find escape in my hair.
