THEY WALKED ON A TIGHTROPE TOWARDS THE SUN
we're holding hands and i'm looking at you. your eyes are soft with dreams and they look like drops of honey spilt into milk. your smile is warm like sunlight filtering through leaves and your voice is silver gliding through the cracks of your teeth. you trace my veins with your fingers and tell me that you want to cut this moment out and tape it on to the walls of your heart so that it remains with you forever.
there's a wistful light in your eyes when you tell me this and i want nothing more than to kiss you right here, right now. but i close my eyes and hum in response.
"you and i," you tap my cheek with your finger. "for ever and a day."
YOU ARE READING
SOPHISM OF THE SUN
Poetrywith you: words are not routines anymore / with you: is where home is / home is where the heart is / a pair of eyes and a turbulent pulse
