I want to touch your hand. I want to touch the lines on your knuckles and trace your shadows til they fade away, miss summertime, I want you to shine at me and let me hold your hand, I’d do anything you demanded just to be near to you, I want your paint stains on my canvas soul and I want to know that you’ll run so fast with me the holes in my mind’ll start whistling.
My lips haven’t been too far from yours all week, and the ghost of this kiss just lingers and whispers its breath on those knuckles and fingers and freckles and tongue, you’ve been somersaulting in my dreams all week, and thumbing through my thoughts like the bookworm in us all, murmuring the things we’re too shy to ever say, all week I’ve been thinking of those sweet lips, ladyface.
I’m all tucked up in a dark room with no moon to remind me of reality.
There’s no word to explain this illusion I’m living in,
It’s not a state for the outside world to share with me, and all I really want is to be entangled in your limbs and, kissing the lushest of lashes, hushing matters away that can be dealt with on ordinary days, but in this moment, being tucked up with you,
We can be any illusion we choose.
Good souls meet, greeting eachother with laughter and share perfect imperfections,
The connection like déjà vu, my souls recollection of this beauty in you, brings affectionate hugs and flirty cues, imbuing me with pseudo-confidence, memorising allusions and colourful tattoos and truthfully I don’t know what to do, I’m in such a state of trance near you.
If you were to lay beside me now I know I would crave you not leaving, crave how you laugh and your eyes crinkle up, I wouldn’t sleep a wink, just stay up all night, you make the hours fly by and I just want to know it all despite not having the time to stay with you tonight, and lets put our unpolished feelings together to weather this stormy dark, and we’ll rub them, surely we can make a spark to bring in the new morning, and in this dawn, leave your mark on me.
Come over tomorrow, we can laugh at nothing, or everything also, let me tug those heartstrings, from one artist to another, from friends into lovers, don’t be blue, she says, the sky’s got it covered, and discovering the divine bodymind in you, is merely the start of this adventuring duo, this pursuing of life and new birth in July of a beautiful bond, an artistic ally.
Lifted more paint and timber today than a body builder lifts in steel
In a year.
I’m near dead, in bed, tired, and I don’t know how much longer my eyelids can hold their own, it’s almost time to rest this headbone so on that note, I’m totally excited to dream of me you cider sun tree grass happy world
Goodnight, dream sweet, incredible human girl.
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