(no subject)
The night was splintered like my windshield
You were shaking and vomiting in the kitchen sink
And all I could think about was how beatiful your calves were
I didn't notice the brown floor against my brown pants
Rough wood pressing into sore legs
My crayon was too dull for poems
But your shoelaces demanded them
Your thighs tasted like plums
Even through your jeans
But maybe that was just the wax staining my tongue
Fascinated content (by in) your fabrics
And the wallaby lurking by the vent
The way a stray tendril of hair curled around your ear
Incited giggles and nervous knee bites
While lumberjacks carried your sorrows away
In 20 gallon trash bags
And fell asleep atop a bear
Your temple became a landing pad for my lips
I promised to kiss you back to health
With eyes shut tight, you looked a monk in prayer
Green corduroy jacket for a habit
And somewhere, far off, apples glistened in a tree
You were shaking and vomiting in the kitchen sink
And all I could think about was how beatiful your calves were
I didn't notice the brown floor against my brown pants
Rough wood pressing into sore legs
My crayon was too dull for poems
But your shoelaces demanded them
Your thighs tasted like plums
Even through your jeans
But maybe that was just the wax staining my tongue
Fascinated content (by in) your fabrics
And the wallaby lurking by the vent
The way a stray tendril of hair curled around your ear
Incited giggles and nervous knee bites
While lumberjacks carried your sorrows away
In 20 gallon trash bags
And fell asleep atop a bear
Your temple became a landing pad for my lips
I promised to kiss you back to health
With eyes shut tight, you looked a monk in prayer
Green corduroy jacket for a habit
And somewhere, far off, apples glistened in a tree