When you laugh
I can't help but imagine
flower painted groves
caressed along your skin
and collarbones heaving
petals off
dancing
a prancing dance
their whole way down--
*he loves me
he loves me not*--
and your voice when you are
trying to catch your breath
afterwards
reminds me
of falling rain
showering above my rooftop
in a pitter patter
ease
of a night spent in chaos
then calamity,
your eyes
breathing me in
in
in--
*don't let me out
before morning.*
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
When you laugh
I can't help but imagine
flower painted groves
caressed along your skin
and collarbones heaving
petals off
dancing
a prancing dance
their whole way down--
*he loves me
he loves me not*--
and your voice when you are
trying to catch your breath
afterwards
reminds me
of falling rain
showering above my rooftop
in a pitter patter
ease
of a night spent in chaos
then calamity,
your eyes
breathing me in
in
in--
*don't let me out
before morning.*
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