We all have smiles to give – to ourselves and others. I’ll package up mine nicely so that you can slowly unwrap it with your own pressed against mine! Unravel my tangles with your smooth and your aggression. I struggle for it again can you sense this?
We spent more consecutive and planned time together these past three days than we have in five months.
And it’s because we knew the rest of the gift was coming.
We were dating-past free- for the weekend.
Dinner and desserts and movie and conversations about everynothings- all the things we know our hearts ache to have from one another. We gave in to simplicity and let ourselves forget our mess.
We let ourselves get good and deep and lost.
I’m not giving up,
I’m just tired of words that don’t carry any meaning and tired of actions that are only giving way to the us in the past.
Saturated soul, you beam dance into the skys of my eyes and blast full lipped gloss onto my tongue.
You converse with me in the weave of the tree leaves and you let me bend; because I told you I was broke.
I land in shoulder length bloom of dark and of light. I shuttle up the burrows of my grim appearance and as my appetite wanes and grows, the motion of my brainheart does too.
I am not exhausted enough to let my thoughts convince me my future is no place for me to be.
Saturated soul, you whisper into my hands and brush my cheeks with blush.
I will continue.