Friday, September 30, 2022

We Exist.

 I feel you in the darkest blues 

So bold and comforting.

Like soft and gentle, cooling rain 

Wet kisses on my skin. 

5am, we begin to stir

Waking each other gently.

With sleepy eyes just like the sea 

Soft hands to shake us from our sleep.

To trace the lines of our lovers face

Soothing blues all around us.

In this moment nothing else matters

And everything tastes like love.

.

I feel you in the lightest blues

The calmest color I've ever known.

A photograph I'll always keep 

Of early morning skies.

I'll keep the scribbled notes of you 

Tucked away inside my chest.

And continue to fold down the corners of you 

Like all my favorite books. 

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Cinnamon sprinkled over coffee galaxies 

And faint cigarettes lingering on your sleeves.

Your skin, so sweet, with salt and care

Writing love poems with our bodies.

Hugging me from behind,

Your fingertips place butterflies in my belly.

Laughter continually spilling from our mouths

And sticking to our chests.

Soothing blues, again, surround us

While the rain falls ever steadily.

We both sit quietly soaking in 

All of these new feelings.

.

I feel you in all shades of blue

Like flowers growing in my chest.

Staring into one another's eyes

Searching for that answer.

I feel the warmth of you wrapping us 

Just a little closer.

I look at you and see colors 

I never thought existed.

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A melody lingers in my head

A song I can't get out.

It simply sings 

Between this moment,

And my future,

You land somewhere.

And I think,

We both believe 

That we exist.

Friday, September 23, 2022

Would You Like To Walk Me Home?

Hey, how's it going?
Would you like to walk me home?
Both my hands are free
And I'm a little cold.
I've been searching for a warmth 
That I don't know where is.
My hearts a soft and lonely thing 
And nobody's home.

I'd like to play you a song,
One we can slow dance to.
Maybe the moon can join?
She could sing us to sleep if we let her.
What are your dreams made of?
Endless roads and glittered nights?
What do you want to do?
Tell me what you want to do.

Remember sitting on that rainy night
And you made me feel the way you do?
Swimming through stars and falling hard
Memory gives warmth to that right now
I told you how I'm feeling
Wrote novels on postcards
And plastered them to the sky.

Hey, how's it going?
Would you like to walk me home?
Both my hands are free
And I'm a little cold.
Nobody is home 
But maybe that's alright.

Oh darling, won't you walk me home?