to savor your soft mouth as tasting summer’s first sun-warmed fruit. to trace the hollows between your bones and rememorize the shape of you.

                                                           i long to be intimate with your anatomy.

i want to paint the floor with your plasma as i familliarize myself with the beating, breathing flesh that is your organs. to separate and see the workings of you. to trace the veins and arteries that provide you with life.

i would hollow a place between your shoulders so you could carry me around with pride. i want to play dress-up in your skin and house in your body.

i want to section your flesh and lay you out on a table. to re-categorize and memorize. i want to hold your heart in my hand and match each beat with pumping blood of my own.

i want to strip off the wardrobe of flesh and lay our naked souls out to bask in the perfection of simplicity.

i want to call your heart my own.

i want to unite my hands in yours. melt tendon to bone. flesh to breathing bone.

i want to carry your fiber in my pocket to reference when i am alone.

i long to be your adornment.

and your crown.

and your home.

Creature who am I?
Creature it is I,
It is you…

A purple sea
Opens up her arms
Reflect my eyes
These city stars
Falling into her
Warm embrace
To feel nothing but the wind
press your face
And the salmon jump
And the puffin howls
And the teacher dies to give us faith in life…

Creature who am I?
Creature it is I,
It is you…

**The story behind this, I’ll be posting on my other blog.

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lights went on

something settled on my

mind

is made up

away from these lonely

hotel rooms and

crowded streets

and all the while listening

for

night to fall into

a bigger hole

i dug for

the bodies of the secrets

we’ve stuck in our closets let

rotten stories

out in the open for

air

smells like tears and the

quilt my grandma made

years

have passed since i last forgot

where i’d parked my mind or my i car

i don’t

know how i got to this city i don’t

recognize

so fill up my mind with the

lies i’ve forgotten

the door’s always open

for the rain to wash away the dust.

gathered like kids to the matches flame

i’m not the same anymore

i’m not sure if it counts

i’m not sure if you’re

listening

i’m not the best but i try

i’d rather watch your mouth form the words

and guess

by your hands and your eyes

what the fuck you were trying to say

you were never good anyway

so

write it down

tie it up

spread it out

stuff it in

they’re just words

i don’t know what they mean i just

want to clean up

and i want to go home and i

think that i love you

what’s your name again

so take down my name and the sins i’ve committed

and fill up a glass

lets drink to all of the

misfortunes

of falling asleep while you

walk or drive or love or cry

or try and try and try to live

cause i’m

so tired of sleep

Do you know how old she would’ve been?
Four months on the twentieth.

She visited me in my dreams last night. Do you dream of her?

Blonde curls…like mine were when I was a baby. And eyes like yours…like the sea after a storm.

She was beautiful. I held her in my arms…for however long my dream lasted. She was a beautiful baby…a perfect little girl.

I’ve always known she would’ve been a girl.

Her lips were shaped like mine. But full like yours…the color of raspberries.

You would’ve fallen in love.

With her.

I hear the sea.

I miss my baby. It’s been almost a year. Since I felt her. Knew she was there. Loved the life inside of me. Understood the weight…of loving like a mother does. I’ll never know otherwise.

I can’t look at a baby without seeing her.

Tiny little fingers. Perfection.

The beautiful…flawless…innocent smile. Innocent in every way.

I wonder how much she would’ve recognized our voices.

Did she know what we sounded like?

Would she have recognized our touch?

I want to weep. I want her back. I want the us back that was three. That was you. Me. And our perfect angel.

She slept so well.

My dream was harsh when I woke up.

Even my mother was there.

The way she used to be.

The person you would’ve loved.

And our baby…was perfection.

Complete perfection.

I can’t even begin to…comprehend…any of it.

I just want her.

I know that when I am blessed with motherhood…

You’ll never have a part in it.

I hope she at least blesses you with her presence in your dreams.

And I hope that you sleep better than I.

Our legs Fit.
Puzzle pieces, and
Memory games.  

I drink in your smile
Like tea with honey.
Sweet and fragrant,
And warming.
And encircling me in
Home.

Slow-motion.
Black eyelashes brush
Rosebud cheeks in long,
Gentle blinks.
And lips
hold together
And we whisper secrets
Into eachothers’ smiles.

I hold
Five fingers
In between my own.
My tendons laced with yours.
My flesh clinging to your bones.
Your heart
Clinging to my soul.

I wrap your arm
Under my neck
And around my shoulder
And draw the blankets up close,
My ears drink
The soft, warm patter of springtime rain
I bathe in the haven
Of your skin
Holding me together
And exhale the day
To make room for dreams.

Windows open, garage door open.
Sitting in the driveway playing you lovesongs
Wind picking up the hem of my skirt,
Pulling at the curls in my hair.

I know your pockets
Overflow,
With cigarettes and shiny copper things,
Spare keys, and my love notes. 

And your hands overflow into mine
Playful summer promises to visit soon.
And melodies promise to bend down to completion.

It’s easier to laugh and be safe.
It’s easier to make fun and games.
It’s easier to love.

Starting over,
The world wakes and sighs. 

And I knew,
When I couldn’t imagine summer without you,
That I was in love.

Back in the clouds of my mind
As propriety and lust
And all sense of decernment
Rolled and fought
My tongue and my fingers
My shoulders and lips
A mess of crossed wires
And a ball of electricity

Our bodies
Touch.

The way that simply saying they touch
Sends a jolt up your spine
And your fingertips tingle
In nervous anticipation

And still you turn away.
Recieved with the slightest of motions
in the opposite direction.

I taste of rejection.

But I’ve opened the door.
In movement and contact.
Not just with the glances we send
Longing for the others lips.
And getting caught as we bring our eyes back up.

Pulses quicken,
Eyes connect, turn away, and connect again
Hands fiddle clumsily
In attempt to act naturally.
And minds both seek out distraction
And replay that brush with sin.

We both find darkness
In breaking and having to begin anew
And I find light
In starting again.

Caged, beautiful thing,
Let me be the wings you long for
I desire to stay close to the ground
Take my freedom,
I hardly want it anymore.

Candle in my hand
Fire in your heart.
Beast I have turned into
Salvation and Grace

The only prayers I’ve had to offer
Answered by one
Who doesn’t believe in any God

Love like brand new
Fear as ever before
Both comforted
By holding of hands
As we turn distress
Into peace. 

I am riddled with sarcasm. I am drunk with confusion.
You’ve never been what I’ve needed.
You don’t want to be what I’ve wanted.

For all of our beautiful, twisted mistakes.
For all of these memories we’ve created…
The fondest of them barely savored enough to be bittersweet

 Words shouted out of cars
Cars parked out of context
Get into our separate cars and leave…leave
Get out of the grey and into our cars and…

Do I long to see you again?
Do you even want to see you again?
Microscopic attraction

Fading fire
Play with the biting dogs
Dragging around the hem of my dress
Stop peering through my keyhole now

transferring this from my personal blog, reflectivenyx. It seems to belong with the rest of my writing.
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