That was the way you and I spent our holidays. Dining on tulips and lavender.
I told you I wanted your motion to swing me upside down so I could see the heat of your heart reach your feet.
And then I felt your brain and ideas pile into the front seat of my car. And for a mile I thought I’d gone south. But I felt the chill of reality seep through the static in the radio and knew we’d done it again. We sewed our breath to each others’ and lasted the cold away.
She wisked up a tornado when I let her have the clouds and the grey
She shook night so hard that it turned into day.
She then grabbed the sun and bit in the middle
and now everything’s bigger then when it was little.
Your total spots leap into my skin where parties happen all the time. Never knew how many disco red there could be until I let myself look in the mirror. On and off you could have the lights blow up your circuit board in the spare bedroom closet. Like the fireworks that exist the most when it’s dark. where nothing matters except what makes the dark.
Because light always does. And that’s how we exchange between the two .
You’re my hero for breaking through what i was trying to make light of all this time.
We catch colds and planes and ways to blame, we catch glances and our breath, we catch wind of what comes next. We catch ourselves being much too invasive, we catch ourselves between rocks and hard places. We catch waves and rays of sun, we catch snowflakes on our tongues. We catch each other in lies,we catch each others eyes, we catch each others drift and we catch each other lifts. We get caught off guard, get caught on camera and caught up with the motion of the earth, we catch ourselves belittling our own sense of worth. We catch up on our paperwork, we catch up with our friends, we catch the last 12 minutes of a game that’s going to end. Our world catches fire, our hearts do too, after all we’re all quite the catch, and that’s the damn truth.