My
hand rests on your shoulder, I trace over your collar bone. How can I tell you
what I feel? I want to know every thought; I want to wade, knee deep, into the
bent reeds of your mind, intrepid and unafraid.
I want to run my fingers over the wooden shelves of your subconscious, the soft morning sun warming their oak, and come up with the dust of a million forgotten memories.
I imagine some vast blue sky, familiar azure yet foreign clouds.
My palm is over your heart. I could get lost in the flood. You are an ocean, an unfathomable depth of places I can never explore. I want to light a bonfire on your shore; I want to set fire to every dark corner of your psyche.
I feel your breath on my neck and all at once, I lay cold and awed in the tall, swaying grass as a vermillion sunset sets the sky ablaze.
I want to blow over you like a hurricane, upsetting everything you take for granted, swirling the leaves of your thoughts into a crescendo.
Your laugh is cool water on my scorched subliminal, a welcome dive into a still lilac lake while birds fly south and autumn leaves fall to earth. I want to float, to fade into a speck of light in your golden ambiance.
“Never leave me,” I whisper.
I feel you smile into my hair. It is a still southern night filled with the cadence of a thousand lonely crickets, singing to a forlorn, silvery moon.
I want to run my fingers over the wooden shelves of your subconscious, the soft morning sun warming their oak, and come up with the dust of a million forgotten memories.
I imagine some vast blue sky, familiar azure yet foreign clouds.
My palm is over your heart. I could get lost in the flood. You are an ocean, an unfathomable depth of places I can never explore. I want to light a bonfire on your shore; I want to set fire to every dark corner of your psyche.
I feel your breath on my neck and all at once, I lay cold and awed in the tall, swaying grass as a vermillion sunset sets the sky ablaze.
I want to blow over you like a hurricane, upsetting everything you take for granted, swirling the leaves of your thoughts into a crescendo.
Your laugh is cool water on my scorched subliminal, a welcome dive into a still lilac lake while birds fly south and autumn leaves fall to earth. I want to float, to fade into a speck of light in your golden ambiance.
“Never leave me,” I whisper.
I feel you smile into my hair. It is a still southern night filled with the cadence of a thousand lonely crickets, singing to a forlorn, silvery moon.
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