[there are no more words.]
I have re-written my heart to speak with
touches.
looks.
heat.
light.
shadows.
wetness.
I write with my lips. I tell stories with my hands.
My teeth.
I sing love songs with my eyes.
Venus had just exploded in the sky.
[we can't help their jealousies.]
maybe i like yr paint a little chipped.
maybe i like the way [my] hand fits into the small of yr back.
maybe there's something in the way doves and trains drown
out the morning.
maybe there's something in the way yr voice
trickles down my body.
[maybe this is it]
hey little girl, stop yr running.
You don't always have to be on top of it all.
Let me carry you for awhile.
(if I stare long enough at a certain point,
I begin to drift out of my body.)
We walked, quietly, into the burnt out darkness of street
lights lining the avenue.
the calender hung itself on the mnth of may.
the smell of spices and sweat and wetness took over the room.
lust and love and nervousness.
shadows dance along the walls.
I can't see anything but you.
something about the contrast of white on white.
the sun has died and I have buried him behind the mountains.
fire takes over the air
and we all have trouble breathing under that kind
of pressure.
the city looked shallow, from up there.
the sky looked rounded, lying on my back like that.
stars become swirls of silver paint while yr kissing me.
my heart beats so hard it cld break the atmosphere off at the hinges.
i wonder if i'm giving myself away.
i wonder if i should care.
(the moon is smirking at me again. who needs that kind of guilt?)
i was dizzy with love. i wrote yr lips as my alibi.
you said, "shhhh. close yr eyes."
and you kissed my eyelids so softly it hurt.
i kept blinking to try to get my heart [in/]to focus.
we laugh at boys
because we know how to get ourselves off.
summer again.
summer has always been a season of new beginnings.
something about the heat
always makes me want to slip out of my skin
and into someone else's.
the moisture comes on slow.
humidity leaks into the air.
thick. heavy. musty.
like a new layer of skin. heavier and heavier.
until you feel like yr lungs will collapse under the weight
of all that anticipation.
the clouds cover the city like a blanket
tension draws wind. the kind that swirls around you
knocks you down off yr good intentions.
the wind will always carry the sound of acoustic guitar
and a feeling of weightlessness for me.
and then it happens.
cloud burst.
like tears after you thought yr heart had
grown hard with listlessness.
there's nothing like rain,
something about the way water mixes with the soil.
you can feel the gratefulness of the earth.
(shoes stifle the senses.
dirt has its own story to tell)
rainwater washes through the streets
making everything clean again.
even you
even me
love is sorta like that, i think.
(the gutters will be littered with broken hearts
the morning after)
yr eyes make me crazy
like everything i've ever known has been a lie
in comparison to the truth you carry in a glance.
maybe time is a detail best overlooked
yr silly in the morning
dancing and laughing and playing.
hey love
maybe it's our turn to be little girls again
we can take back what was taken
you
and me
here
now
in this place
this is our time
hey love
show me yrs
and i'll show you mine
maybe it's our turn
to be pressed up inside the walls of a crush. girl romance.
love like no other laugh like no other cum like no other
cry like no other bend like no other break like no other
live like no other
everything goes soft when i think about you.
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