sometimes,
i slowly slip into my
mud self
and,
curling up like a potato bug,
i peer out
through my eye slits at a world
too far away to be real.
sometimes,
i make you too far away
to be real.
and,
like a song in my head,
you slip
in and out of me
and i am here, now.
sometimes,
i stretch to feel my skin,
to see if it fits
like a glove--
smooth over my muscles,
blood, and bones
and
warm over my heart,
like a mug of hot cocoa
sprinkled with white marshmallows
that melt away.
sometimes,
i stretch you over my skin,
to see if we fit
together
like a button and a hole.
and you say something
sweet and sugary like chocolate
and we melt away
like rain that
slides down the windowpane
and into the thirsty dirt.
Happy Valentine's Day, Babylove!
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Love the first stanza. That's how I feel almost every day LOL
Fine writing, rated.
This is gorgeous, words are failing me. It is utterly charming. Thank you for letting me peek into your beautiful world. Love to you!
You two are a fabulous couple--great photo!
Happy Valentines Day!
xoxoxo,
sometimes,
i slowly slip into my
mud self
and,
curling up like a potato bug,
i peer out
through my eye slits at a world
too far away to be real.
This is the part that speaks most strongly to me:
"sometimes,/i make you too far away/to be real."
Thank you for posting this.
Rated.
I won't be on OS much this week because my computer at work is relocating to a new area and I don't know when I'll have it back.
Love you, guys!