You just know,
like I know,
that it forces you into permanence.
You are forever what you were in that moment;
forever suspended in that last breath;
forever remembered for those last words.
You're not afraid of dying, Love.
Just terrified that it will take you by surprise.
The only thing to do, really,
is to have every second be permanent,
every moment be forever.
You wouldn't be afraid of dying, Love,
if you knew that it was this,
right now,
watching the sunset
and holding my hand
and listening to the ocean waves.
Saturday, July 25
s e s t i n a .
I can see your hands
shaking in the moonlight.
Not from the cold though, I don't think.
They shake because you're afraid
that morning is too far away,
that you'll never really see the sun.
I am miles away, in the sun.
The heat is weakening my hands,
and the cool blue of nighttime is fading away.
I miss the forgiving glow of moonlight,
the way it makes me less afraid,
the way it gives me space to think.
You close your eyes, trying not to think,
trying to squint and see the sun,
trying not to be afraid.
The freezing air numbs your hands,
and you try to warm them in the moonlight.
But whenever warmth comes, the night chases it away.
You want nothing more than to run away,
but before you do, stop. Think.
Do you really want to hide from the moonlight?
Will anything be easier in the sun?
Maybe the light will calm your hands,
but maybe the glare will just make you afraid.
You're not the only one that's afraid,
that lives for the idea of going away.
You're not the only one with frozen hands.
And even though you're scared to think
of never seeing the sun,
maybe you're better off in the moonlight.
I'll lay with you, in the moonlight,
and together, we won't be afraid.
When the night ends, we can stare at the sun.
We'll run away,
not stopping to think.
We'll run into the dawn, holding hands.
When you're afraid, imagine the sun.
Wish away your icy hands,
and don't think of anything but moonlight.
shaking in the moonlight.
Not from the cold though, I don't think.
They shake because you're afraid
that morning is too far away,
that you'll never really see the sun.
I am miles away, in the sun.
The heat is weakening my hands,
and the cool blue of nighttime is fading away.
I miss the forgiving glow of moonlight,
the way it makes me less afraid,
the way it gives me space to think.
You close your eyes, trying not to think,
trying to squint and see the sun,
trying not to be afraid.
The freezing air numbs your hands,
and you try to warm them in the moonlight.
But whenever warmth comes, the night chases it away.
You want nothing more than to run away,
but before you do, stop. Think.
Do you really want to hide from the moonlight?
Will anything be easier in the sun?
Maybe the light will calm your hands,
but maybe the glare will just make you afraid.
You're not the only one that's afraid,
that lives for the idea of going away.
You're not the only one with frozen hands.
And even though you're scared to think
of never seeing the sun,
maybe you're better off in the moonlight.
I'll lay with you, in the moonlight,
and together, we won't be afraid.
When the night ends, we can stare at the sun.
We'll run away,
not stopping to think.
We'll run into the dawn, holding hands.
When you're afraid, imagine the sun.
Wish away your icy hands,
and don't think of anything but moonlight.
Friday, July 17
The fastest I've ever seen you walk was when you were walking away.
Flying, almost, you tore open clouds and they trailed behind you, pink and tangerine, colored by the sun's goodbye. Your goodbye was just as beautiful, filled with frozen tears and rose petals whirling through the air.
And as you walked into the flaming dusk, sparks flying behind you and the sun's fire ahead, you left me cold. Snowflakes fell into my eyelashes and were melted by tears as I sat, shivering in the night's cold lace.
The starlight was all you left behind, pulsing and blindingly white, but still too far away to touch.
And as you fly towards twilight, your transparent wings whistling through the crimson air, just remember that I'm watching your silhouette, blurred by the saltwater in my eyes; the saltwater sticking to my cheeks because you're not here to wipe it away.
And as you walked into the flaming dusk, sparks flying behind you and the sun's fire ahead, you left me cold. Snowflakes fell into my eyelashes and were melted by tears as I sat, shivering in the night's cold lace.
The starlight was all you left behind, pulsing and blindingly white, but still too far away to touch.
And as you fly towards twilight, your transparent wings whistling through the crimson air, just remember that I'm watching your silhouette, blurred by the saltwater in my eyes; the saltwater sticking to my cheeks because you're not here to wipe it away.
When people look at you,
their eyes mist
and their skin tingles,
and their cheeks glisten with the heat of their tears.
As you strum your heartbeat,
mine matches yours,
and my heart shakes my body.
My hair flies up,
and my hands fly with it.
and their skin tingles,
and their cheeks glisten with the heat of their tears.
As you strum your heartbeat,
mine matches yours,
and my heart shakes my body.
My hair flies up,
and my hands fly with it.
Jade green and moon white,
her eyes searched the twilight.
She didn't know what for,
but she found you:
a point of light,
shining and struggling.
A star in a snowstorm,
gorgeous, exploding.
She didn't know what for,
but she found you:
a point of light,
shining and struggling.
A star in a snowstorm,
gorgeous, exploding.
There was a way
you could reach through silence,
diamond dust and Love feathers,
fireworks of words and feelings.
You were my sunlight;
when you focused on me
I glittered
and smiled.
And when salt fell from your eyes,
my cheeks were wet
and it was like we were the same.
It make me beautiful and brilliant
and alive and in Love.
I miss you, Lovely.
I miss my reflection.
diamond dust and Love feathers,
fireworks of words and feelings.
You were my sunlight;
when you focused on me
I glittered
and smiled.
And when salt fell from your eyes,
my cheeks were wet
and it was like we were the same.
It make me beautiful and brilliant
and alive and in Love.
I miss you, Lovely.
I miss my reflection.
We sat on a white bench
under a willow tree,
remember?
And you held my hand as we watched
the roses unfold.
One day, when there was a cloud in the shape of a rose,
you brought scissors with you,
to the bench,
remember?
And you bent over, so your cornsilk hair fell in your eyes,
and cut the prettiest rose out of the ground.
You sat until dusk, peeling the thorns
from the stem, and when you pricked your fingers,
the blood was red as roses.
You gave me the thornless rose,
remember?
And you said that it reminded you
of me,
and you said that if I unfolded,
like the rose,
I would put the roses to shame.
Remember?
And when I did unfold, like a rose,
you kissed me until our lips were roses,
and our fingers were scissors
as we stripped each other of thorns.
remember?
And you held my hand as we watched
the roses unfold.
One day, when there was a cloud in the shape of a rose,
you brought scissors with you,
to the bench,
remember?
And you bent over, so your cornsilk hair fell in your eyes,
and cut the prettiest rose out of the ground.
You sat until dusk, peeling the thorns
from the stem, and when you pricked your fingers,
the blood was red as roses.
You gave me the thornless rose,
remember?
And you said that it reminded you
of me,
and you said that if I unfolded,
like the rose,
I would put the roses to shame.
Remember?
And when I did unfold, like a rose,
you kissed me until our lips were roses,
and our fingers were scissors
as we stripped each other of thorns.
The tears travel down your cheeks,
coloring and crystallizing your skin.
Your eyes brighten, a delicate turquoise against
your lashes, and your face tilts
to meet a sky of the same color.
Lose yourself in the flawless horizon
as you back unfolds into wings,
shimmering and feathered with frost.
Raise your star-white arms
above your golden head
and fly fly fly
up into the brilliance.
Your eyes brighten, a delicate turquoise against
your lashes, and your face tilts
to meet a sky of the same color.
Lose yourself in the flawless horizon
as you back unfolds into wings,
shimmering and feathered with frost.
Raise your star-white arms
above your golden head
and fly fly fly
up into the brilliance.
It's Really Not So Cold
The raindrops were glassy,
soaking my hair
and dripping down
from your eyelashes.
And as your hand found mine,
warm and soft as
candle-lit ivory,
my umbrella flew into the gray
on glistening wings,
and my jacket turned to sunlight.
soaking my hair
and dripping down
from your eyelashes.
And as your hand found mine,
warm and soft as
candle-lit ivory,
my umbrella flew into the gray
on glistening wings,
and my jacket turned to sunlight.
I'll reach out and grab your hand,
and we will tug each other in a whirl of long hair and loose laughter through a cold glass door and into a cold glass night. Dew will start to collect on the grass, and the soles of our bare feel will tingle with the moisture. We will lie on our backs, our hands barely touching in a moment of shivering harmony, and we will lift our arms to point at clusters of stars, floating just out of reach. We will breathe in the frosty, moonlit air and listen to the muted voices of the people we'll be hidden from.
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