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christian m Mar 2018
Plush ground under plush blanket.
An immense spread of picnic-type food overwhelms our stomachs and eyes.
The air is humid and sticky, but the cold, candied green tea cuts through like a knife in warm butter.
The sun weaves its way through the forests’ many limbs and appendages.
The balmy breeze brings with it the silky scent of morning dew.
The temperature dances between high and mild with the moving shade.
Friends keep moral high, dancing to vintage music and swinging and swaying on the rope swing.
We don’t count the minutes as they fly by with the planes droning above.
This day is as sweet as brown sugar.

Then it’s dark.
Mild.
The cool moisture accumulates on *****, bare feet.
The bugs and critters chitter in the moonlight.
Our party dawns their sweatshirts, but let the breeze mingle with our legs still.
Shakey, we balance on the roads’ stretched out yellow lines.
A portable lantern appears, gifting warm light to our eyes.
Mac Demarco plays in someone’s back pocket, relaxing everyone as we continue our trek.
The lapping of waves against the cold sand to our left, and the beach grass and wind to our left.
just passing the time
Mar 2018 · 155
the bed
christian m Mar 2018
we lay here
in our warm bed
under all of the blankets.
our hands find each other in the mess of sheets.
your soft lips feel like bare skin on velvet.
i lay my head on your broad, inviting chest.
it's just you
and me
and the warmth we emanate
and everything outside here
is hushed
all is good
for my crush, our love unrequited
Feb 2018 · 131
nowhere
christian m Feb 2018
numb
marbled beads of water mingle with the cracks and crevices on my face
everything lately
a shitstorm in my mind, i'll deal with it later
i want him to like me
really
bad
i feel like this sometimes
like i'm going
nowhere
unrequited love...

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