there once was a boy
who loved words
and only those
one
or side by side
a curvacious gathering
of letters
ink upon parchment
the scent thrilled him
to the bone
in the crosses of t's
and swirls of a's and o's
he believed to be the only comfort
and through the dotted i's
could only express feelings
could only impress
imprint
thoughts to the world around him
but she
could tell stories
behind closed lids
and in oceans of color
reveal a plethora
utopia
of raw emotion
that even the parchment
dirtied with ink
smeared with leafing thumbs
could never utter
i want to make love
in the leaves of autumn
in the late and early morning
when it is dark but the sun has begun
its outlines
in the center of the park
so private and public
i want it to be raining
not pour
but heavying the leaves
so our skin is soaked through to
our very bones
i want her hair plastered to her face
her eyes closed
and smile wide
i want to shiver
i want the goosebumps to rise along my skin
and still i am warm and panting
we will struggle for words
nothing will sound
just our mouths parting
before a kiss
and it starts over again
there's a state
called euphoria
i visit it plenty
there is elation
explosion
of cells
fire
in the veins
air
refusal to pass to lung
a mind blank
a quiet exhale
a shuddering laugh
the restart of a stopped heart
the skip of a beat
electricity swims my brain
it soaks my bone
there's a state
called euphoria
i visit it plenty
with you
and your voice
and your words
there is elation
and life
with a simple
hello
from you
i visit it plenty
euphoria
We are,
like chickens with no heads
running, scattered
in circles
we spend so long,
running
in circles,
submerged in our fear
hiding in our darkness
away from the world
we are so,
afraid of the clouds o'erhead
we forget
that rain brings with it
new life
and out of the gray,
withered earth
green will come
we do not need,
our heads screwed on
so tightly
that we do not fear
we do not need,
to lose our heads
that we fear too much
and do not live