i just want to lie with you
in a green meadow.
we hold our hands between us,
us buried by grass and dandelions.
our eyes are either closed
or squinting towards the sky.
the sun splashing yellows, oranges, reds, and indigos,
and you're humming songs to me,
and the wind is blowing your hums away.
but you're humming anyway.
you let go of my hand,
and prop on your elbow,
side-facing me.
and you're humming again,
near my ear, almost a whisper,
so the wind cannot steal them.
your lips almost touching my ear,
your fingers combing my hair.
and then you're kissing my nose,
and I'm closing my eyes,
and smiling and giggling,
and you're kissing both of my eyes,
and my forehead and my cheeks,
and the corners of my lips,
and my chin and my neck,
and my collarbone and the top of my chest.
but never my lips.
and I'm clutching your hair,
like death is an inch away.
and then you're stopping,
and I'm opening my eyes,
and you're looking at me
with those eyes,
eyes that mirror mine.
and so you're kissing my lips,
and my lips are kissing yours back,
until the sun is no longer around.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
