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I dream of love. The kind where life without each other is not even an option.
I want nothing more than for someone to whisper my name against my skin. I want to look in their eyes, and in one look know that I am home.
Small caresses. A finger slid down an arm. A pressure on the small of my back. The murmur of a touch across my lips.
The kind of kisses where I forget that I need to breathe. When I know pulling back for air will feel like drowning. When neither of us say a word, but we're both thinking of the same one: More.
I want to fall and not worry about touching the ground.
BUT NO! IM STUCK WONDERING WTF THESE SIGNALS YOURE SENDING ME MEANNN
reading your ABCs
Being around you means learning to read again.
But instead of sounding out letters, I'm puzzling over the tilt of your head.
I'm watching the corners of your mouth.
I'm trying to understand the word scribbled in the shape of your brows.
Why is it so hard to understand the meaning behind the slope of your shoulders?
Can you explain why your laugh seems to rhyme with when you cry?
What kind of vowels are your hands making?
Are those signals in your tone platonic, phonetic, or romantic?
Please write your body language in CAPITALS, because I keep skipping over the consonants and silent E's in your gaze.
Bleach. Shaken, not stirred.
You dragged me to the edges of myself,
got high off the pure bliss
of gutting me.
From the inside out.
..
hours of dry heaving
tells me there's nothing left
of my insides.
You've thoroughly cleaned me out.
Yet. I still feel it.
..
The ghost of you
leaving behind traces of an unwanted
war. between us.
..
I stare at my stained clothes
at the bleach sitting beside them.
And my entire being leans towards it.
To be clean once more.
She Carries the World
She cradles the deserts, scorch marks and blisters paint her arms.
She cries out the oceans, her eyes unseeing from the salt.
She holds the forests in her palms, tree roots piercing skin and bones.
She breathes the wind, gasping wails of pain.
She bears the mountains on her shoulders, bones crushing under solid rock.
She wears the sun upon her head, her hair catching fire.
She supports the ice in her middle, her heart frozen over within her ribcage.
She leaps from star to star, her bare feet cut and bruised from foriegn cliffs.