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Poem: Cotton Candy
I’ll dream of you
In navy blue
Like you wore on that late spring night
When the festival light
Of fireworks bright
Was reflected back by your wide eyes.
I’ll sing to you of the world as I knew it
Amid the neon boom
That pounded in my ears.
It was the same night that I knew I loved you,
Cotton candy caught in my curls
Like the woven thread
Of my fingers intertwined with yours,
When I stood close enough to you
That I thought I could hear
The navy blue neon boom
Of your heartbeat matching mine.
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Poem: Follow Me
I wonder if you’d follow me
On some silly adventure –
Like seeking out the shiniest seashell by the shore
Or having a race on skates at a roller rink
Or flying kites around the park –
But my imagination is getting ahead of us.
It’s too soon to admit how much
I’d like to make those memories with you.
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Poem: Cotton Candy
I’ll dream of you
In navy blue
Like you wore on that late spring night
When the festival light
Of fireworks bright
Was reflected back by your wide eyes.
I’ll sing to you of the world as I knew it
Amid the neon boom
That pounded in my ears.
It was the same night that I knew I loved you,
Cotton candy caught in my curls
Like the woven thread
Of my fingers intertwined with yours,
When I stood close enough to you
That I thought I could hear
The navy blue neon boom
Of your heartbeat matching mine.
j.p
Poem: Cotton Candy
I’ll dream of you
In navy blue
Like you wore on that late spring night
When the festival light
Of fireworks bright
Was reflected back by your wide eyes.
I’ll sing to you of the world as I knew it
Amid the neon boom
That pounded in my ears.
It was the same night that I knew I loved you,
Cotton candy caught in my curls
Like the woven thread
Of my fingers intertwined with yours,
When I stood close enough to you
That I thought I could hear
The navy blue neon boom
Of your heartbeat matching mine.
j.p
Eye of the Storm
I didn't do it. I couldn't. He doesn't give me happiness, he is not the fulcrum on which my joy rests, but he is peace. Everything about him is the polar opposite to my bipolar disaster, base neutralizing my caustic nature. I could not do it at all.
Interlude
My hand sliding around his waist, he is still unclothed and I am only partially so, yet it does not matter in this moment, resting together in the hallway. Nothing matters at all.
Tempered
And he drove clear across town for no other reason than that I wanted a hug.
God, please don't let me fuck this up.
On Wednesdays
Sleep comes first this time, he is tired and it is warm. Still we lay wrapped round one another despite the muggy air; when I roll my back to him he throws his arm around me, when he stretches I thrust my hand behind his back for entrapment. And we doze, trusting in the curvatures of one another's bodies.
I wake first, patching in and out of hazy half dreams. Eyes open I watch the trees outside the window wavering with the hot gusts, eyes closed I watch disjointed and confusing images that do not disturb, but also do not settle.
Wednesday is my favorite day of the week.
Unbecoming
I don't understand what it is that someone like him could see in someone like me.
How?
How can this be real?
When is it all going to come unraveled in my hands?
In Perfection
A finger run down his jawline, tangled in his beard then released. Skin on skin no quarter given, even to air. The words bubble up to my lips and burst unuttered, oh God that look, I've come undone and he holds me close.
I am scared.
I've never been scared like this before.
Conscious Stream
We can go for weeks being superficial and then one or the other lets something deeper slip and there it is the connection that transcends sex and jokes and simple platitudes and it touches that part that scares me yet at the same time it's the part I've been looking for seeking to reclaim and then I don't hear from him for hours afterward like he felt it and was scared away too and dear God why can't this be simple, it feels good so why does it have to be so complicated?
AM
At 0400 the light creeping through the windows is grey, matches his bedding and his hair; but waking in his arms everything is infused with colors I don't even have names for.
Um
I let it slip tonight, not even thinking, tumbling tripping off my tongue, sliding right past his awareness, and surprising even myself that I had just said it; and oh dear Lord someone light a candle
because I done caught feelings.
1K Kiss
With no hesitation he takes my hand and holds my waist and brushes my lips and here
now
in front of the milling crowd oblivious
now I finally believe that this is real.
Evening
He is natural, unconscious as he begins to wrestle with his dog, and it seems the most logical thing in the world to grab my camera and begin to shoot them here in uncensored joy.
Dust
I farted in front of him tonight;
and he peed with the door open.
I can't imagine a better evening.
Not You
He's gentle.
He's kind.
He doesn't leave me behind.
And best of all
He's always on my side.