when i was little i wanted to be a dancer.
id dance and dance and dance until i had blisters on my toes.

id get lost in it.

and in that lost place
i found something beautiful.

I want

You.

more mmmm

mmmmmm

becoming.

the soil erases and repeats, splattering across our fingertips

a mud toned shimmer staining through the night sky.

but with this clutch comes the luring  of our weathered lips closer then before

the heavy dashing and bursts of wind ricocheting across our shape

an all encompassing breeze grazing our copious being as one

in this open ended sentence.

i was made from a little of this and a bit of that,

my gripping roots dangling from red and white splinters hidden

deep in every crevasse and silhouette.

but locked in this forboding abyss is something warm and filled

with an ever lasting glow

for i can be electric

and i can be magnetic

and i can be the creation of power that ceases this escape.

 

breathe me in with your silence and your love

and i will never loose this heart

 

because my heart is this field and that ocean and those stars

waiting for some warrior to snap it in to place

 

i watch your lips move and your fingers search

and your hidden tapestry of subsistence

ignite from beneath my body until there is

nothing but THIS left behind.

 

the scent of night a blur across our lips.

 

sun rises, eyes open, and i wake.

 

good morning heavy heart, how i missed you.

 

jumping someone elses train.

we were running through the golden dry glow of the escaping day,

the tall sparse grass rasping against our skin.

“if only we could reach it,”  i whispered, my words muffled behind the grinding of the train against the track and the wind whooping around us.

“we’ll make it,”  your replied, your voice steady, calm, and sure, even with our movement.

and with that you squeezed my fingers tighter and pulled me along with you.

and with no thoughts as to where we would end up,

and no idea what we would become,

i followed you anyway,

a smile on my face and butterflies still in my stomach.

this night.

what if i want your sheets to be mine

draping my cold shoulders with the remnants of you

our bodies close and electric

with the sun’s rising glow dancing accross our feet?

im still happy.  im glad i am.  <3

we light up like

torches

with all this love

so keep me and

hold me

and ill be yours forever

because feeling your

heart pounding

inside me

would be divine

a forest.

sometimes i just want you to grip tight

my crumbled body locked against your chest

your ink stained fingertips pressing into my shape

because sometimes all i need is security

we have beautiful days ahead of us.

i promise. <3

color.

i wish i could paint you beautiful paintings

but all i have are these words

and even then these words of mine

can’t be as beautiful as the things

you create

you’re special.

and you make me feel wanted.

and im incredibly happy.