[photo: greenlake. seattle, washington]
i don’t know where it came from, but i stumble gracefully over it with fear, with excitement, with a truth and ease to settle me.
i don’t know why it’s now,
but i know it’s happening
with or without me knowing why.
so maybe that’s a reason to give in to the reality of the feelings spreading over and through my skin [and where you’ve been caught so comfortably underneath it all].
my mind is flushed with rose
as i watch the leaves fall for fall,
in a colour not too different.
we smile through glances that last not a second too long.
we sip coffee and talk like it’s been more than a little while coming.
and the weather makes for a never-ending day cool enough to cool what’s burning in questions and answers all the same.
i peel through layers of flesh of blood to the very last cell of my very hopeful being.
i run my fingers along your skin and think i’d like to try it on you, too.
escape with me
let’s run free along coastlines made of wildflowers.
through mountains scattered in snow.
in sunshine or sun showers on sundays,
you’ll be my pot of gold. and i promise, i’ll hold tight to the greatest treasure i’ll ever have, so gently and so safe.
feel my heartbeat when your eyes meet mine. feel me dissolve in you and become so intertwined
there’s no detangling this beautiful mess.
so we’ll revel in the rest
waiting to be tied in double knots
a million times over again.
you’ll become my everything.
my saving grace.
i’ll pull you apart, and fill your cracks with me. your love. my love.
no heavens no dreams no imagination. i’ll find you, all flesh and blood. you’ll make me see, you’ll make it feel like make-believe, you’ll make me want this us, this we. as we fall so madly, irrevocably, so hungrily in love.
it smells like rain outside.
my mind is too fucking full, my heart is too fucking full. there is too much of me that wants too much of you. and i’ll never know it if all i can tell you is it smells like rain outside.
how was your day, how was your pb and j, how was anything and everything – tell me your fucking life story.
you remind me of a boy who broke my heart.
i am a dreamer.
but that wasn’t a dream. what it did to me, how it felt, that was real life.
magical, wonderful, beautiful.
clarity. that’s what i need. my mind is just too full.
i once kissed a boy with a ring in his nose. right through the middle.
he was german and spoke broken english. his name was alex and he smiled like a kid.
i swear i saw him again.
on the other end of the world.
on the streets of san francisco.
but maybe my imagination played a pretty little trick on me.
i’ll dream you up in a big fat cloud of wishes come true…
i’ll bathe in your deliciousness.
forever, my darling. my sweet sugar pie. let’s dance under moonlight, kiss in the rain, pinky promise and cross our hearts. intertwine our fingers, hand holding and strolling side-by-side. let’s picnic in fields of sweet-smelling wild flowers and watch the setting sun throw pinks across the pastel sky as it slowly disappears behind the rolling hills.
i’ll fall gently to sleep in the nook of your shoulder, your arm around me, your fingers sweeping across my skin. oh boy, will my dreams be sweet.
my loving heart.