in love
and knowing better than to corrupt it because it's my beautiful friendship
i will make something so honest and quiet that it can't be shaken
i think that, platonically, lovingly,
it would be nice to hold pinkies (still, that'd be ok) just a little hand kiss (maybe, or two) maybe petting each other's hair (someday mine will be long enough to braid again)
these little intimacies, it's better to love without expectation, no exception
every little interaction with you is a blessing reminding me i'm seen
i wanted to write this where you could see it but then i got too shy
i'm not sure if my love overwhelms, i want to shine gently, like sunlight through sheer curtains
i want to whisper light into your palms and cry with you about different sufferings, from the vastly unsolvable pains to the little smudge on the mirror that won't come off
what if we wore a heavy sheer veil that covered both of us as we sat in the shade of a park (would you let me take you on paved walks in a wheelchair? is that too far)
what if i painted sunflowers on your legs and stars on your arms
what if we lay together in the comfort of my organized living room corner on the red couch and got high, listening to the quiet speakers of my vinyl player (i have electra heart)
it feels like there's 3 worlds
mine
yours
and a little world in the realm of hazy half dreams
where i get to be with you
theres no pain, just warmth
the endless colorful pieces painted by angels in the sky (it's human nature to mimic the divine)
and the sound of the ocean as it laps at our feet (turning them a little pink from the cold)
