I was just thinking
of kisses
& a red car
& the feeling of
my hair laced
in your fingers.
& I was thinking of summer—
of thunderstorms
[making your eyes wild
& your grin wide.]
I thought of
Eightthousandeighthundred&fourteenmiles;
& of fourteen hours & what
a difference they make
[when I live as you sleep,
& I sleep as you live.]
& I thought of the magic
that gives me a
sight of your face.
even though an ocean &
washingtonidahomontanasouthdakotaiowa&illinois; keep us apart.
I thought of your hands on my face
& lightning over a soccer field
I remember safety & danger
Fear & peace.
& pondering upon prickly beards
& words [so often unspoken]
being birthed.
&
Smiling, I missed my train stop.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
I was just thinking
of kisses
& a red car
& the feeling of
my hair laced
in your fingers.
& I was thinking of summer—
of thunderstorms
[making your eyes wild
& your grin wide.]
I thought of
Eightthousandeighthundred&fourteenmiles;
& of fourteen hours & what
a difference they make
[when I live as you sleep,
& I sleep as you live.]
& I thought of the magic
that gives me a
sight of your face.
even though an ocean &
washingtonidahomontanasouthdakotaiowa&illinois; keep us apart.
I thought of your hands on my face
& lightning over a soccer field
I remember safety & danger
Fear & peace.
& pondering upon prickly beards
& words [so often unspoken]
being birthed.
&
Smiling, I missed my train stop.
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