stars are caught, frozen
in the honey jar of the sky while
your shirt reeks of bonfire wood
your eyes fall red, heavy
you watch me all dizzy
you lie your head on my lap
and close your eyes
wrapping your hands and arms
around my child thighs
you wanderer
soaking under the neon revelry of youth
loud music, fast cars, hard liquor
mixed with juice
and now I remember:
you would hold me
and I loved you the way a child
loved the beauty of an ocean
from pressing their face against
a fish tank
we weren't going to last
but I have never felt so close
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
stars are caught, frozen
in the honey jar of the sky while
your shirt reeks of bonfire wood
your eyes fall red, heavy
you watch me all dizzy
you lie your head on my lap
and close your eyes
wrapping your hands and arms
around my child thighs
you wanderer
soaking under the neon revelry of youth
loud music, fast cars, hard liquor
mixed with juice
and now I remember:
you would hold me
and I loved you the way a child
loved the beauty of an ocean
from pressing their face against
a fish tank
we weren't going to last
but I have never felt so close
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