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& I found you
lying on the ground.
You welcomed me to your lips,
Finding early morning twinkle
in your eyes - Just before
the security lights on the house
are cut off.
Shortly before we are interrupted
by the footprints of muddy boots
& soft sole shoes finding their way
into the light.
I found you on the ground &
laid beside you,
My lips melting into yours
Just beneath the sun.
I closed my eyes and fell into you
Hiding myself deep within your reach.
No longer naive to the definition of
Promise me that you won't leave
at least until tomorrow morning.
My loving arms wrapped around you
until the sun tells me that it's time
to go
I've taken delicate walks
Where my hand
meets the arch of your back
& I've drowned
In the aroma of the sun kissed sun.
You've caressed in an whisper
where me myself & my thoughts
The foliage of your lips
Against the edge of my ear.
To where my memories of you are open ended
and bruised by the sigh of a thorn
Covered in black lace.
The glow of blackberry petals
in the September sun.
I've massaged your feet in the soil of my hands
& rested your back against the bend of fingers
Free to stand and grab the sun
against the side of your neck.
Next to my clothes
on the hardwood floor
Next to your blackberry lipstick
on the night stand
where we causally thirst in epiphany
spread far & wide
Over by the Mason jar filled with
Over by the night stand
Where you & I delicately walk inside
Each other
She grabbed me by my collar
& told me come quick.
The view of the moon was
Perfect, especially from this close.
Our combustion, our compulsion
I felt small compared to her
Sailing in a small metal boat
She grabbed me by the collar
To stop me from falling
The only best thing I could've done.
Defying the laws of gravity
I'd never been this high up
Reluctant to play make believe.
Falling and bumping my head
On a star.
She hooked me with the lure
Of her eye
And like a fish I'd evaporate
From a blue and green possibility
Into a rocket lure;
& hurled off into an unknown
Eternity of stars.
Skipped across the sky
Until out of sight
Some nights you
were the moon.
Sailing through waves of milk
Before disappearing
into the vulnerability
Of what we keep on the inside.
It's no wonder why cookies
Are so popular.
The outer edge
drenched in saliva,
Curiously protecting
what's kept Precious.
A slight pause before everything
Is mushed & swallowed.
Some nights you were the moon.
Drenched in white fudge
Swirling in a universe all of your own.
Some nights you were the universe
I locked my keys in my baby car
She promised me a ride, done fell asleep,
left me up all alone.
I locked my keys in my baby car.
We went for a ride, didn't notice until
she left.
Couldn't get in my door last night.
Her new seat caressed me. Made me feel
right at home.
Didn't have a care in the world riding round
in my baby new car.
Nothing like the feeling of brand new tires.
Don't have to spend hours on in at the tire shop.
Next time I talk to my baby
I'll tell her that I locked my keys in her car.
The very next time she promises me a ride
I'll show her round the corner of what I dreamed
the night before.
The very next time she promises me a ride
I'll show my baby to the restaurant where I met
& dined with her a moment alone
Her heart burst into the air
Like a zillion shards of red.
Her heart a fashion show
Displaying a jacket wrapped around
it's waist.
I fell in love, my heart following hers
in applause.
I'd never seen a live volcano before.
Not until she opened her mouth
& covered me with her heart.
Her heart a fashion show
Displaying a jacket wrapped around
it's waist & prints of confetti
blown against it's face.
Love but an invitation to our
own private island in the making
All of my favorite kisses involve
the eruption of spilled thoughts.
The things we both know
But reassure each other, My lips
pressed against yours
A peck the furthest from my mind.
My face melts into yours pouring
a sense of urgency
A sense of need,
Your tongue lost in my breath.
Searching for another again
before the current moment is over.
Your tongue the ribbon gift wrapped
in your lips
Passionately unwrapped by the palm
of my lips gripping yours.
Inviting your body closer to mine
The best kisses printed and tasted in reassurance
My favorite kisses unable to speak, craving more
of the sound of wrapping paper
Being fondled and torn beneath us
My head twisted in yours enjoying the gift
of your kiss
The roll of gift wrap half rolled off onto my lips
Kiss me & wrap me in the discovery
Of the night.
My tongue kneels in search of yours
Soon to combust & counteract in the stars of the night.
In everything that is you,
This part of the night exclusively mine
Reserved to be devoured in greed
My consciousness expanding inside yours.
Kiss me & wrap me in deep discovery
My tongue overlapping the minutes & seconds you weren't around
Salivating in a single moment sat aside
Just for us
Our eyes both closed caught in the
****** of stars
This dark not like the rest.
This part of the night reserved for us
Forever grateful to experience a part
Of you far away from the rest of the world
To explore myself with you in full
This ****** governs the ****** of stars
Between you & I
Until the brightest spark between
You & I
Erases all darkness
I have run from you
one time too many
Finding myself out in the open,
There aren't too many places
to hide.
I've slid between the spaces of your fork
now you have me pinned,
I have run from you one time too many
I hope that you have mercy on me.
Along the lines of patience
I realize that mercy may be asking too much
But until now I've realized how big your teeth
really are.
With no place to run & your fork fast-ly
approaching there is no where else on this plate
to run.
I have run from you one time too many
and after tasting your lips
I question myself
Why did I run in the first place
Late at night
When there's no place to go.
Sometimes I visit the library of your smile.
But not for one particular reason or another.
Sometimes I go because it's so well lit.
Engaging in the silence of a smile.
Sometimes when it's late
I am most comfortable there.
The urge of going somewhere yet everywhere
Between the bookcase of your lips.
Following the ridges & creases that most people
walk by without second glance.
Sometimes there just isn't enough time in the day,
Following the adventures and misadventures
of earth tone browns
Reference guides & resources.
To volunteer to such precious things
Late at night when I have no where to go
I visit the library of your smile.
But not because I have no where to go
There is no place like you around.
All in proper regard to the staff
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