Gardening the sky and cultivating emotion.
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Letting kisses dangle over her eyelids
Like diamond windchimes,
Sparkling and spinning
In an elemental arpeggio.
This is what fairy tales are
Made of, and I
Really think I want to
Slay her dragons.
(Even the tiniest
Armor can shine.)
She's rolling her tongue like
The cleanest cigarette,
And she's
Sweeter than nicotine
When I light her up.
My fingers are swollen like
Pufferfish
From trying to learn
All the major chords for her,
But I don't mind, because
There's something sweet
In newness.
Besides, I've been wanting to
Need to expand.
(What I wouldn't give to
Fast-forward clocks and
Rewind real time.)
Her words dance across the air to me
Like strawberry ballerinas;
Consonants sous-sus,
And vowels soubresaut.
She asks for something
Serious
To delay her departures that
Take us to two ends of
Tunnel-wanting waters.
She rolls her eyes while my lips close
The wounds on her hand,
And everything tastes like
Orange soda again.
(Except, we've trained ourselves
Effortlessly
To avoid allergies without
Blankets.)
Silk gets steam-pressed in
Parking lots,
And the spark is always brightest
Just before the blaze,
But the heat can last long
After fast headlights fade.
I guess I'm a well of
Emotions.
I can be deep, dark,
Cold, and wet.
But, for now, there are
Raspberries
Blooming on my bricks,
And I'm comfortable catching her
Wishes.