“the beauty of life as seen and created by a person.”
we draw shapes in
steam on each other’s backs
worthwhile chatter and brave silences between us
our home is wood-paneled and
rehabilitated
tell me you love me in the kitchen
between hot breath and under salt water moons
pull exoskeleton from steamed baths and sunshine beds
sleep soundly on chests;
your moon and mine are the same, the same sky
I long to
crawl and lie in the hollow between
your shoulder and collar bones
sew roses on your jacket
I’d pluck out all my eyelashes so all my wishes
were yours
slide under my word covered sheets
hear my thoughts as you duck under them
of all the songs I’ve heard, yours is the most tantalising
even in a snow covered maze I’d find you
heaven is coming home to you at my table with a cup of coffee.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
“the beauty of life as seen and created by a person.”
we draw shapes in
steam on each other’s backs
worthwhile chatter and brave silences between us
our home is wood-paneled and
rehabilitated
tell me you love me in the kitchen
between hot breath and under salt water moons
pull exoskeleton from steamed baths and sunshine beds
sleep soundly on chests;
your moon and mine are the same, the same sky
I long to
crawl and lie in the hollow between
your shoulder and collar bones
sew roses on your jacket
I’d pluck out all my eyelashes so all my wishes
were yours
slide under my word covered sheets
hear my thoughts as you duck under them
of all the songs I’ve heard, yours is the most tantalising
even in a snow covered maze I’d find you
heaven is coming home to you at my table with a cup of coffee.
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