lowpolybread reblogged
I
you push your hand through the cloud
until you can grasp
a beating bleeding heart.
II
between a river of clandestine kisses
you rest on an island and cradle her head
against your chest.
III
when the winter finally breaks and spring swells up to take her place,
the echo of the land fills your body and turns your fingers numb.
IV
you and your girl
are two.
this girl, astride a mount of glory,
is one.
V
there is strawberry ice cream
dripping down the back
of her knuckles.
it is getting on the seat of your car.
you don’t care.
VI
when you pick up the secrets
she drops in front of you
(like precious gems of old)
are your hands
clumsy
or can your fat fingers
stop them from breaking?
VII
in the setting sun
amber hair becomes a halo;
dark eyes hold the answer
to every question
you have asked, will ask, will never ask.
VIII
you stand off-
balance
when she leaves;
rise alone and feel
naked.
IX
sometimes it is simple:
sometimes she tricks you into bending down
before pressing lips together; quick as breathing and soft as anything.
X
you see her across a crowded room
and feel your heart start to split
like old wood
or a desperate volcano.
XI
you spend an hour
tracing your steps back
to where you leave your soul.
home is where the heart is -
silly how you mistake it
for where you rest your head.
XII
you are breathing.
she must be beside you.
XII
you reach out
to fix her collar (as
if you care about such things)
just to brush your fingertips
across the back of her neck.
thirteen ways of falling in love ||| mhk
