If your eyes could speak
The way you batted your eyelashes robs me of my insanity
I try to pull myself away from you
But your beauty just throws me intro frenzy
Darling, my curiosity is piqued

I've had grit in my eyes
for so long.
I've had sleep stuck in my
eyelashes for so long,
refusing to sink and rest.
This is the kind of grit that I cannot wipe away
not the kind of tired I can sleep away.
I've so tired for so long.
When will it go away?
It will go away, right?

I remember it all as The 1975 played
Eyes dancing in the smoke of your wilted cigarette
Tangled in the bed comforter
Our lips pressed together
Carving novels from the sweep of your eyelashes
Your hand on my leg sending lightning through my bloodstream
Kneading contained desire into new shapes
Though room was frigid  
I could feel my cheeks getting crimson and heated
As we pressed closer
Skin to skin
Whispering unspoken truths through laced fingers
My lipstick wore off on your neck
Around the bruises I left
Time waving goodbye as the sun slowly rose

There are butterflies
painted on the ceiling,
and moths clinging to
the light fixtures.

I pluck out my eyelashes
and make the same wish
on each one.

She holds my hand
and kisses my lips
and leaves me
gasping for air,
and I wonder if she's
just as confused as I am.

Soft as snow you lay your body down
and let the rain tattoo pretty patterns all over
your imperfect skin, let it
fill your gaping mouth, and creep like
clear crystal slugs over your nails, exploring all
your forbidden territories and seeping
past your skin. Like a lover,
pitter-patter, the weight of a single word/raindrop
can crease you up.

Pure blue, sleek seal skin you have,
smiling in the sunshine with all the yellow
rays and all the light pink transparent hexagons
sparkling the sky.

Clear as turquoise water stones,
your eyes open and stretch their potential,
lashes all dark and thick and water-splattered.

Softer now you smile. Needles out and
skin soaked in rain and sunshine.