words
Fall is sleeping in birds nests and waiting to
whistle wind chimes
Can’t grasp how it happens in such close times that
we lose so much & then find.
Once I sat in a rainstorm, which already
implies the sort of day. The butterfly
that came out of nowhere it somehow subtracted
from all the grey.
You remind of that
Or of calming pulses that slow heart attacks
All in one brief moment of pushing a few strands
of hair out of my face & how yours looked while it looks
with morning sun poured in it’s space.
If it’s something I can hold onto
I will give it all I have and am, pour myself completely out for you
walk to you at four am, everything you’ve done for me, I’d do for
you if even to have to relive it all again.
Because when you are wrapping yourself around my body when your eyes coil around my heart strings and the moon is disappearing but time already did
I am feeling it in all my mental cavities,
empty spaces being filled
and insecure brain waves being told
they’re so beautiful–
for the first time in since I can recall at all,
my entire being is still.
There is something re assuring in the way we look at trees
on top of your roof, like they’ve known we’ll never fall,
as if now we know it, too.
I remember frank ocean & dancing in your living room in the same sort of light as my first good dream or
when I was young enough to believe in fairy tales.
Then again maybe I still do,
I did when you walked back to my house after you left it, then again that day we were coming off psychedelics ..
But no, I did when you told me you were falling in love, with your head on my chest
like you said it to my heart.
Ever since your fingertips
have sewn together what my mind took apart.
I’ve done things I’m not proud of
and I’ve acted as weak as I wanna be strong
and I expected you to run from me,
not relentlessly hold on.
The more of you I see, the more of you I learn,
the more my insides ache to explain what sort of beauty you are
with the perfect words.
(2013)
