I want to bathe in your shadows
They’re never shallow and I’ve had no desire to wade out
There’s symphonies in your smile and I can’t stand how they sound like they’re about to fade out
I want to draw out the poison and alleviate the pain
When it comes and it floods, I want my comfort to be the storm drain
I’ll cop us a castle and it turn it into a home
Chamomile in an infinity tub, we’ve got seven continents to roam
And if business separated us, we’ll still pass out together on the phone
Warm you up when this cold world seeps in and chills your bones
Ink runs against ink,
you can’t run from me,
Im tired of all these ashes in the sink
growing weary of solitary dream states and individual words like “you” and “me”
The loves there but so is the hostility
Can we just catch a movie, spark some tree dammit…
I’ll look at you, fragile with a racing heart and the illusion of confidence, and ask “So does it feel like space or does it feel like a void?”
The reason we have to leave the TV on to to fall asleep
Is so we can pretend another voice isn’t really missing.
The upturned corners of your mouth
Signify the upcoming birth to summer
You’re the sun that i chased while it was setting all the way to the shore tonight
Tearful and panicked
And lost and determined to find my way all on my own
You were slipping out of my reach
It looked like you were melting in withdrawal down the edge of the earth
I realized I needed help and sought it out and it took me right where I wanted to be
Then I realized the view from the bridge was arguably more gorgeous than where I had set out for
And I sobbed praises to you
I arrived and everyone was there when you were vivid and beaming And I watched them swoon and i took a seat.
Your escape in progress and admirers chilled me to my bones but I sheltered myself with your own sweater
The darker and more brooding you grew, more and more would turn away and seek shelter.
But I sat there while your paintings blackened out and that’s when I thought you were the most beautiful
And I stayed with you even while you shrunk away, unlike the others
although I shivered and worried
And then the waves crashed beneath you as you finally understood
And you desperately tried to embrace me.
We have the whole world between us right now
Still, I reflect your greatness and you will never truly be in the darkness until the end of time.
I’m lonely and not the kind of lonely that men like to picture young women
Not the lonely with made cheeks in lace nothings restlessly squirming late on a hot summer night
I’m the lonely that could sit in a room with a thousand warm human bodies and still hear the echo of my own heart beat
The lonely that sometimes feels most infinite with a lovers sigh in it’s ear
The lonely that watercolors green abstracts with dingy rain puddles and encapsulates frustrations knowing they’ll only be washed down with gin some other night
The lonely that dances to ballads in the shadows
That she knows will leave her too.
your mouth is a storm
and sometimes my skin soaks in all the rain
and weighs me down
and it’s a chore just to drag my body through the day
and all the pollution that it cleaned from the air
now broods just beneath the surface of me
and i track mud all throughout the house
and into our bed
where i try to sleep it off
to no avail.
and it’s like only the sunshine
that can also live behind your lips
is able to evaporate the despair.
I just adore immersion
And subtleties that can only be seen with my skin
Fossilized facets only I have been able to unearth
It’s not about my ego, it’s about this earth shattering discovery
It’s how I get to caress the soil off this most valued gem I selfishly keep
But it’s strange for me
I can’t help but feel a soul ache just around the bend
Some stray negativities telling me it must happen, it’s too good to be true
That im delighting in life in this way I never have
To indulge in your flesh
And drink in your flaws until im intoxicated with your deviations
Every thread of these sheets are intricately stained with the seemingly infinite sighs and whispers and promises we have spoken beneath them
The walls do speak of interlaced energies and mars resurrecting a capricorn if you know how to listen
It’s strange for me to believe that you wake up behind such beautifully shattered stained glass windows and peek at me with love each morning.
our heavenly bodies projected on the celestial sphere
a bundle of sheer fabric on a leather love seat
a soft voice processed in my occipital lobe
you are the east hemisphere, and i, the west
drastic measures under no duress
hidden longings are confessed, and limbs caressed
so there will be no rest
sequins in your sockets
a wrinkled love note in your pocket
it’s nice to know these dedications aren’t only reciprocated, but have progressed.