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pluie d'été Jun 2014
7.
i wish
i could say
i don't forgive you. but-
i do
pluie d'été Jun 2014
you fall in love
with the way your fingers
run through
my tangled hair

you fall in love
with how the skin
against my jaw
feels against your thumb
when you turn me
to face you

you fall in love
with the green
of my eyes-
like the sea
when it's lonely-
with the grey of my eyes-
like the sky
before it cries-
with the blue-
the second colour
of my every bruise

you fall in love
with the mystery
hidden behind
pale lips-
slowly
like the way you smile

you fall in love
with the shape of my legs
and plane
of my stomach-
i often
say no
thank you
(i am starving)

you fall in love
with my mind
like a puzzle
you can't get enough  of
(when you eventually
put me together
you will find
a piece
missing)

you fall in love
with my heart
kind words
flowing like a river
warm
like the sun in winter

you fall in love
with my thirst
for words

will you be there
when i comb the knots
out of my hair?

will you be there
when my jaw
is too obstinate
to move?

will you be there
when my eyes are closed
(or can't)
or when they act
like a thunderstorm
in summer?

will you be there
when you've gotten up
after falling
quickly?

will you be there
when i can't move
or after i say
yes
again?

will you be there
after the puzzle
becomes shuffled?

will you be there
when my heart
freezes over
for a day
and nothing
(anger
if anything)
and covers
my moving
river?

say no
so that
you mean yes

k.d
pluie d'été Jun 2014
you held me down
under the night sky
and pressed a secret
shaped like a letter
to the curve of my neck

won't you
bruise me
with a forever
that won't last
an eternity
pluie d'été Jun 2014
your lips
used to write poetry
against my skin

but now
i can't feel your breath
on the curve of my neck
and i have nothing
to read
pluie d'été Jun 2014
you can't  
use someone else's answers
for your own questions
pluie d'été Jun 2014
i watch the colour
spill from your eyes

shaped
in the form
of shattered glass

i roll it
between
full pages
and press it to my lips

inhale
exhale

i wish i could
carry on being me
with so much you
pluie d'été Jun 2014
flames
moving across
our feet
make us dance
in the grey light

pulling us in
separating us
and filling our minds
with words
pressed like the flowers
we press
to our lips when we are uncertain
hiding under
the absence of the moon

sparks
falling
and landing
in our hair
shattered pieces
of home made
fire crackers

kiss the mark better
please
before it leaves a scar
mirroring the crack
in my heart
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