The brick lining
Of my fist-sized heart

Is all crumbling
On the outside.

But the foundation
Is sound.

My "I love you"s
Are solid--

Genuine--

And my "I miss you"s
Are sad.

My roof is
Shingle-less

And my windows are
Shattered,

But I feel every bit
Of us

With my soul.

Your skin is comfortable
Beneath my palms.
Tanned from one-and-a-half
Lives.

I am captivated.
I want to curl up
Within the pores.

It smells of experience
And trials;
Sad and sweet.

Your skin is soft
From years of having
To be tough.

I am in love
With your skin.
Imperfect.
Lovely.

I am in love with you.

The clock doesn't move
On these sort of nights
When the yearning
To be in your arms
Is the strongest

My arms are buried
In the lime green sleeves
Of the shirt that smells
Of your skin

My skin turns the purple-yellow
Of your affections

My affections for you
Are bottomless

Bottomless thoughts of you

trent,
I love
the way you
smile with all teeth
and your cute chuckle laugh.
I'll love you for our lives.
and your sweet smelling skin,
feeling you by me
through my whatever.
my love,
trent

The Moon is yellow tonight. Perhaps from the grey clouds that blenket half of her fragile countenance. Perhaps fromt he fear that the gravitational pull that radiates from the earth may break. But it's probably result of the reflected birth of the Sun. She probably misses the dear Sun with every ton of her being. The Sun fills every crater with warmth. He makes her feel new. He holds her in his light, keeping her safe always. The Moon calls herself "just the moon", though. And much to her protests, the Sun continues to present her in the brightest yellow light every time she's full. He shows off God's creation to the universe. He makes her feel special. He makes her feel beautiful.

You’re in my veins now,

You dumb, dumb boy



From the moment we first touched

No, maybe it wasn’t the first time



It was probably the first time you touched my heart

Through our fingertips



Bad noise reverberating through our

Struggling ear canals



Bouncing against our agitated skulls,

The last inkling of the night flushing our cheeks



You’re in my veins now,

You pump through my system, past my heart



You swim under my fingernails,

Crusted with day old paints



My smile finds its home

When your name sounds



Honestly, I’m stuck

And I hope you know that



Because you’re in my veins now,



And there’s nothing I can do about it

You had me at hello

Your curiosity held me close

Your fall-out caressed my skin



Your availability took my breath away