honey (and others)

Honey

"You could be the death of me
But I was born to know the way
your lips curl when pressed to skin
Take another drag of your cigarette
Like the tar is just a side kick
Eye contact is a wonderful thing
Contact
Collision
A look can do that you know
But then I've never truly held the words that people throw out of open mouths
In the heat of early hours
But I'll take all those you scatter
Scramble to their meaning
Like pennies on pavements
How you draw breath when I touch you
How you hold it when I don't
Paddle out to sea and lay on your back
Let something greater carry you
The horizon is never certain in things like this
The charter was burned at the beginning
water takes its own course
You should know that by now
Pencil to paper
Ashes to smoke
Touch to skin
They all have their accompaniments
So maybe if I write
Maybe If I burn
If I lay down
You can make up what's left
Tell me how the world won't end in fire
Then I can speak of the gifts earth holds
And for once believe
That I am worthy of their taking
Some say the earth must have a designer
That the meticulous beauty in nature is evident of so
They don't see the leaves are self creating
Defined and designed by the way in which they can grow
So allow me to presume
That if earthquakes and hurricanes
Tear through the land we call home
We will worship them as they pass
And build moments not fortresses
Houses out of sand so when the waves come crashing
I can taste the sea salt on your back
Beauty is understanding this
Love is in doing this"

- Honey (for melinairini) - Maisie Gallagher runinthewild