Symphony of dreams
Sleep drunk boy whispers to me
Honey sweet moonlight
he woke me up in the wee hours of the morning; i don't know what time it was. he'd had a nightmare (he has them often) and reached out to me for comfort. It's surprising the things that stick with you, and the things you cherish.
Renée Casey Nov 2018
I love you in the future tense
In the crystal ball sense of the word
In that ****** silly daydream kind of way
I love you in the
"let's start something new; we could get it so right"
"invite him home to Christmas"
"how could we do anything else when we fit this well"

maybe this unfurling I feel is the future
or maybe it's my heart
maybe it's not too good to be true
maybe this time

too bad you only love me
for now
Renée Casey Nov 2018
Your eyes hit me
like a bolt of lightning
and the fire we started
burned me to the ground.
Renée Casey Nov 2018
It is not enough
to want to let someone

They must first
on the door
Renée Casey Sep 2018
yes, there was tequila, and
yes, the alcohol in my blood is
singing, but
I'm drunk on this weather;
the coolness making
your hands on my skin
that much warmer
the way your
eyes hold mine
as we learn each other
the joy that blooms
in the spot between my eyes
at the touch of your lips
the sound of your laugh
thrumming through
my ribcage,
we lean on each other
giggling because we
couldn't possibly do otherwise
the taste of you
in the morning
the way you call me
and mean it
Renée Casey Aug 2018
fall in love
with a man
who has time for you
and is capable of
loving you
Renée Casey Aug 2018
fall in love with a man with arms like
beacons in the night
that promise safe harbor
with eyes that glint with
mirth and optimism
with hands that cannot
get enough of you
with a voice that soothes
with sturdy roots
and a healthy relationship
with his mother
with a man who understands pain
and understands that it doesn't last forever
and understands that joy is the same
who cherishes the tiny beautiful things
fall in love with a man who is thankful
and makes you laugh
that makes you feel welcome
that has stories to tell
and who listens to yours
©Renée Casey August 2018
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