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.

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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.