I close my eyes and feel the sun come untucked from the clouds,
bleeding blood orange through my eyelids.
No one really knows you and I the way we know our footsteps,
coming home across wood floors late at night.
The way we used to sit on windowsills,
or crosslegged across from one another on your bed.
Our arms sank into the crevices of one another,
I wanted to feel the weight of you to crush me,
if only just to feel the peace of the street.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
I close my eyes and feel the sun come untucked from the clouds,
bleeding blood orange through my eyelids.
No one really knows you and I the way we know our footsteps,
coming home across wood floors late at night.
The way we used to sit on windowsills,
or crosslegged across from one another on your bed.
Our arms sank into the crevices of one another,
I wanted to feel the weight of you to crush me,
if only just to feel the peace of the street.
