too bad
boys
don't like kisses
that's all
I think about
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
his breath
hot
condensed on her neck
the twist
in her leg
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
she drank
the sun
from glasses
made of cooled lava
love
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
fingers drag
crossing your skin
lips find lips
under the sunshine
of night
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
emotion compressed
the outside apathy
seals in wax
the future
I can't do
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
nomad
I've searched
a thousand years
under clouds
for you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
your words
rubbed together
starting fire
deep within
this chilled heart
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the evolution
of my hands
life and love lines
knuckles bent smooth
slipping beneath your sheets
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
chilled sea foam
summer warm in overcast tides
touching the sky
rippled motion
I send you my wake
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I
a sliver
between water and sky
holding the moon
before the sun
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
four paws
dug in sand
playing tug-o-war
with sea foam
waves
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
this love
paper thin
and led by a string
I love you
kite
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
waxing poetic love
my thoughts
railing against my own truth
I sacrifice myself
to my potential
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
my capitalist fingers
type in easily understood
syllables
all for sale
my quantifiable assumptions
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
forgotten
the dusted wayside
rolls me up
only to repeat this salt flat
tomorrow, too
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
an exploration
in solitude
silent vows
in silence
I'm cloistered
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
starfish curve
texture of time
the sea
created me
to give you wishes
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
my eyes
move the length
of rosemary blades
tiny blue flowers
ignite
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I want to make bees
from scratch
layering the yellows
and browns
all the way to stinger
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
my last breath of air
said the lungfish
settling in mud
she released
and fell away
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
spinning eels
packed like wolves
hidden feast
surrounded by skin
fresh water
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
and sometimes
sometimes I think
no, he's not into me
what am I hoping for
but then he speaks to me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
and sometimes
sometimes I think
I'll fit in his hands
perfectly
before slipping through his fingers
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
and sometimes
sometimes all I want
I think
is for him to say, again
that he wants me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
maybe my heart will stop
beating silent
behind shatterproof walls
if only to stop
unrequited love
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