the curve of your smile, as it meets the edge of your eyes.
salty shimmer, like that of burning sunshine in the heat.
i grasp at the sparkles, like a child grabbing onto bubbles—
except you never quite leave,
and so the magnificence stays,
claiming its own small place in my very being.
and the locket sticker i've got tattooed on my arm—
i know what name it carries.
you've got a shadow in your vision—
my own, if i were to keep it hidden.
but it resides, like in a cage behind your beauty.
the imperfections, the mess—
all of me in its chaotic glory.
fingers tainted with melted dark chocolate,
the cranberry bits in it painting your lips.
i ask if i can put pinwheels in your hair.
you tell me i could, as i should.
the faint traces of your hand against mine—
would you paint them with my tears as i cried?
i'd like to carry symphonies spoken amongst us,
settled like candy secrets in the pit of my stomach.
the epiphanies that you've brought in between
whisper to me, like you'd beckon my spirit.
walk with me, to a path leading nowhere.
unhindered.
the sun fell across my room through the window at a certain specific angle today
i'd write you poetry if you were mine
