KOI NO YOKAN
...
...the world...
...hours relieving
ends
with no direction...
...names with matching faces...
...unfolding hands...
...hours ample
or heaving...
...revealing something of ourselves...
...
...the portrait never dries...
...
...the Sun
d
e
s
c
e
n
d
s
in search of her...
...and the Earth aligns in expectation...
...
...shadow really isn't shadow...
...secret really isn't secret...
...
...movement proves a graceful whirl;
night seems the surface of the Sun...
...
...(lovers dancing in the hallway)...
...
...amid evening and repose...
...the anticipation of new memory...
...*a kiss*...
...
...at times...
...-now-...
...is held...
...by a love...
...born tomorrow...
...
if only you will hear how I love you.
voicemail
forgotten and I
wish I could
r em e m be r
the rhythm. D
o you
hear it?
The trees sag
here, wi
thou
t you.
They sound
like rustling
branches and crackling bones
and loose clothes.
I don't
know how
much longer I can
bare to
listen. Hello,
it is me
again. Calling to ask
you if the tree
still sings on that
hill. I've
I Want
I want lipstick messages on mirrors.
I want matching tattoos on our ankles.
I want to walk on the edge. I want to live on the edge. I want to fall off and for you to haul me back up.
I want to go places where we’re not allowed and kiss in the street and cross the border just before they find us. I want to get drunk and run from the cops and fall into bed with you at the end of the day. I want to sneak out windows like there’s someone to tell us we can’t. I want adrenaline.
I want cinnamon lattes. I want your fingers sliding between mine. I want your hands in my hair. I want smeared lipstick from when you kissed me. I want to laugh loudly.
I want mornings in face masks. I want shared bottles of wine before bed. I want warm colored lights and hardwood floors. I want spontaneous weekends away. I want to spend nights on a rooftop somewhere, just the two of us overlooking a sleeping city. I want to stay up late and wish on the stars.
I want to cry in your arms. I want pain and anger and dark days. I want hope. I want recovery. I want smiles and laughter. I want to be reminded that I am lucky.
I want to get drunk on the beach and talk about how much I love you. I want to scream it from the rooftops and let my voice get lost in the wind. I want to write it in a bottle and send it off to a stranger.
I want secret rendezvous and outrageous rings. I want over the top proposals and secret ones that are just for us. I want to elope with you and get married at least once on every continent. I want everybody to think we’re insane.
I want to get married in jeans and t-shirts. I want to have gotten out of the ocean so recently that our hair is still crushed with sand and salt. I want cuts on exposed legs, the smell of the ocean in the air. I want my nails covered in chipped polish. I want to be barefoot and risking splinters.
I want to get married in the rain. I want you to wear the t-shirt you stole from me that I know you still have. I want fabric sticking to skin and wet hair in clumps and slippery walks down the aisle. I want bare feet, scraped up and bleeding. I want the freedom that rain allows you. I want only you to be able to recognize the tears streaming down my face. I want the raindrops to glisten on your hair. I want the stars to glitter too bright.
I want to get drenched in a wedding dress. I the fabric inexplicably torn. I want wine stains we will never be able to get out. I want makeup washed off of our faces. I want umbrellas that don’t block the rain but add to the ambiance. I want people from the bar across the way to come and crash the party.
I want to stay up all night long. I want everyone to go home and leave us dancing in the street, barefoot and freezing, but smiling. I want it too be too dark for me to see anything but your eyes, the way the shine because you’re happy and free and no longer hiding.
I want words inscribed on the inside of our rings. I want to read your vows and I want you to read mine. I want my words coming out of your mouth, I want you to say what I’ve written, what I’ve promised you.
I want to start over with you. I want to spend forever with you. I want to chase you to the end of the earth. I want to run away with you.
I want you.