Fluttering about, they crowd the skies,
their wax-paper wings catching warm breezes.
And my stomach does the same,
the way the earth falls away
when you walk too close to the edge
-giddy with anticipation
of a moment that will never come.
Never be mine.

Your hand brushes mine-
and accident I know,
but my heart can't help;
it leaps and sings for joy.
And once again I churn over the thought,
the possibility of perhaps
letting you catch me staring
at the way the light settles on your shoulders.

If I were to let my eyes wander
across your jaw, skip across your lips.
Let myself admire the stardust
scattered across your cheeks
and the gentle ***** of your brow.
If I only had the courage
to explore the endless depths of your eye
like a sailor at sea.

I'd drown.

You are far too wonderful
and I have no answer
as to what I must do
when the need to weave my fingers
through yours overtakes me.

So I pray to Artemis, Sappho, Persephone,
any who would heed my call:
that you might look at me,
and perhaps grow to love me
in that same way.
That when I summon up the courage,
they might soften my fall
and slow my descent.

You are the splitting peel of the clementine in my hungry hands
You are the rogue candle spark that makes my heart skip a beat-
Settling into the carpet and dimming just to soothe me.
You are the urge to press my foot to the floor-
As my favourite song comes on in the car.
You are also the song.

You'd be, I know, if only I could taste you.
I'd softly caress your tan body. Kiss every freckle, kiss every mark that tells me a story of the most beautiful kind of woman.
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Our bodies burn against eachother,
Combusting into a thick flame of desire.

I found a true safe haven in your kind embrace,
While the sun slowly falls across an orange and purple canvas.
I wake up to the prettiest smile in the world, your dark and shiny eyes looking right back at me.   s p e e c h l e s s
This moment, immortalized, as the pitch black night approaches.

I've waited for you my whole lifetime, and it's so worth it.

Our thighs touch, salty from the ocean,

which I saw in your eyes when we first met.

I want to touch you, your hands, your hair, strands made of gold,

like the sun that kisses your skin during the summer.

I don't know what it is about you, but it was more than enough,

to make me fall in the abyss of infatuation,

at the beach.

a colour i've never felt before
staining the very fingers i use to
write love letters and tuck
little hairs away

like the oceans of which it shares its hue
it came crashing into me
it came crashing through me
it came crashing past me
and into my heart
where you claimed your place
as quick as the morning dew
leaves after the rising of the sun

and i felt safe like i have
never been
i felt safe in these waves
though i've never known
how to swim
felt safe as the tide overcame
the beatings of my heart
even if it had never been this way before

what is this?
who are you?
what have you done to me?
questions i've asked the moon (but not yet you)
looking for the answers in the creases of your eyes
but maybe you'll save them for another day
a time when you'll know too

Stagnation.



Here— how we are now, your gun at my head, my knife at your throat. Checkmate.


Our kings are toppled.


Maybe if it were another time. Another place.



Maybe if we met as we are now, better, at twenty and twenty two— in a cafe— at the movies— at school— through mutual friends. Hi, you’d say.



Maybe if it were not us as we were then, at thirteen and fifteen— in an opera house— far from home— during the intermission— in the bathroom. This place stinks, you said.


This might be a weird question, you’d say. There is no question weird enough for me, I’d say. We would laugh.


I had blushed. You were so good at that. Making me shy— making me second guess myself. You were so good. I don’t mind it, actually.

Really?! Your voice was so high. A screechy little thing. I was a tall little girl, but you managed to dwarf me.


You and your long hair and your big hands.



You were so big.




Is today Thursday?



It would be Tuesday.



I would laugh— and I would laugh and laugh. In this world, I wouldn’t cover my mouth when I laughed, because I never had you to teach me that.


You would frown like you always do when you don’t get a joke— eyebrows drawn together, frown half-up half-down. What?


I thought for sure that would be a pick-up line.


Another time, another time. Not fourteen and sixteen, when I realized— a year too slow— that I loved you.


Not sixteen and eighteen, when you kissed me like a loaded gun. Turned around and forgot.


Oh. Is it too late for it to be one?



No. It’s never too late.



I drew my knife, then. Knew I would never be safe.

I crouched by the flowers beside the dirt path
holding one gently as i breathed in its scent

I heard you call from further down
looking up, I feel the warmth of summer on my face

I stand and breathe
the air is fresh and warm
the only noise is the birds chirping along the treeline, and us, walking along arm in arm and discussing everything and nothing

you are sweet as honey
and warm like the sun

a gentle breeze on the plain green fields.


the light side of the moon;
a hotspring in winter.

you are the flowers that grow,
in a garden of weeds

you are the light that the world needs.

She is like the sun,
She brightens up the room wherever she is, and like the sun, even though she is far away I can still feel her warmth- Lucia Airo