I don’t want to be
your entire world, no.
I would be happy
just to be your morning coffee,
your hanging car keys,
but if lost throws off
your entire day.
my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees
I don’t know how
to not be broken.
I’m no Sylvia Plath,
but I am on the verge
of leaving an impression
on the world; like a red
wine stain that just won’t
That’s it, I’ve ruined
the entire thing.
I can feel the tiny needles of grass
sinking into the skin near my spine,
while we rest, safely
on this floating ball filled with
molten lava and H2O.
We spin around the universe,
we are among the stars
and the shining, burning sun.
I am lying in your arms,
a universe of their own,
staring up at the pink cherry blossoms.
I am kissing your eyelids
while the light from a bright star
thousands of miles away,
has come to our planet,
to rest gently on your skin.
Sometimes, I see your movements in photographs
Your eyes pausing just for a moment
Irises resting quietly in the space between my eyebrows,
But I feel your hand resting softly on my leg
fingertips circling my knee cap
you hand me my glass of wine
and you smile softly,
and I know, I can feel,
that you are here
I feel you in every joint. I feel your palms running along my tendons, the tips of your fingers strumming my veins, tongue resting softly against my nerves.
I feel you with every inch of my skin. I feel you curled up in between my vertebrae, your rough hands running slowly across my Achilles heel.
I feel your lips, so warmly on my earlobes. I feel you in between my thighs, and I’d love for you to stay there.
I don’t usually post personal posts, but I wanted to thank my 100 followers cause you guys are all pretty special to me.