for you—

we were at the beach
the sand beneath our feet
your hand in mine
the sun shining all the while
and i wanted to believe
that you would look at me
the way you looked at him
but we are ships passing each other by
on a dark foggy night.

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Never Mind.

So here we are again,

the same place, once again,

same conversations, same little confessions,

the same little cabin and cocktails,

collecting seashells for unmade necklaces,

white shirts over floral prints

over red lipstick

over transparent nail varnish

over oyster dinners and supermarket arguments.

The same spot under the same lighthouse:

red paint like our toenails and white like the shells placed in a line upon your back.

still investigating pearls under the bright sun:

golden sand stretched into the

crashing white waves into the

swaying blue surface into the

distant sunset;

year after year: one tight circle of security.

And then,

over the sound of roaring water

I heard you say you had fallen out of love with me.

 

2.46 AM

my mind is coaxed awake from a particularly long train of thought, not yet asleep not fully awake, it seems as if sweet dreams were being brought on

because I woke up in a million years—my soul floating up to the stars—my lips forming contentment in all its lazy, luxuriant glory,

my hair soft—even after ages in the sun—healing in the shade of night—my eyes heavy with the weight of your dreams and my senses are filled to the brim

my eyes are closing—i’m floating back down into sleep’s folding embrace and my mind is full of your soft peach lips and your sun warmed skin and your raven hair thick and curling between my fingers,

and I’m back again in your deep blue room and wind blown white curtains, your tumbling pile of books your unmade bed where your lips touched mine for the first time, your stack of records and films strewn around without a care because—because I’m full of you, you with your well-worn shorts and laughter bouncing off the walls, the evening sunlight turning you golden and Edward Sharpe singing Home.

And I am, I am. I am truly, truly, home.

Bedazzled

You tell me you are not beautiful
but you don’t stop
to see
How the wind holds
her sweet breath
and whispers
her approval to me
How the sparkling waters
under the sunlight
burst forth like a million
rapid heartbeats,
How the stars of the calm
night glitter much so
bright, you don’t see.
You only tell me
you’re not
beautiful
and don’t
stop
to
see
I’m only
like
the wind,
water
and
the
stars
Bedazzled.
By
your
beauty.