Double-Knotted Heartstrings in E Minor
Flesh-warmed steel bands can lay so firmly on these wrists and this malnourished mind won't forget wrongdoing. Once a mistake is made, it knows to live on in the reticular formation. In this way, one won't sleep without reminiscing about the misstep. My memory is clouded by doubt and bubbles and chocolate and fear, but through this carbonic haze, I can see where I laid you down none too gently. And I'm sorry.
My international aura will always miss the familiar hearth proffered by your glowing smiles and warm terms of endearment. Send me a lopsided grin and I'll purchase the penultimate postage stamp to adorn your exes and ohs. I can think of nowhere else I'd rather be. Not Vienna or Seoul or British Columbia. Nowhere more comforting or relaxing than the space between your chest and the truck bed. We'll spend eternity in this 5th Dimension; this alien world, comprised of you and I, where the only light is from anticipation's eyes and the only warm thing is us.
When it's easy, like a slip into misbehavior, to float weightlessly into these familiar roles with you is when the fear sets in. The only solution is to fall to my knees, and dig furiously into the wet earth until I find a proper hiding place for the rancid corpse of my sarcasm and blighting vernacular. With that sordid task's completion, it becomes impossible to mask my inflating relief, personified by a stretching of the lips to accommodate the teeth. Your spectral gaze makes the work of sorting through my idiosyncracies, but another stepping stone on the road to devotion.
A childhood blooms in these red-rimmed eyes at the advance of your musical lilt.
My international aura will always miss the familiar hearth proffered by your glowing smiles and warm terms of endearment. Send me a lopsided grin and I'll purchase the penultimate postage stamp to adorn your exes and ohs. I can think of nowhere else I'd rather be. Not Vienna or Seoul or British Columbia. Nowhere more comforting or relaxing than the space between your chest and the truck bed. We'll spend eternity in this 5th Dimension; this alien world, comprised of you and I, where the only light is from anticipation's eyes and the only warm thing is us.
When it's easy, like a slip into misbehavior, to float weightlessly into these familiar roles with you is when the fear sets in. The only solution is to fall to my knees, and dig furiously into the wet earth until I find a proper hiding place for the rancid corpse of my sarcasm and blighting vernacular. With that sordid task's completion, it becomes impossible to mask my inflating relief, personified by a stretching of the lips to accommodate the teeth. Your spectral gaze makes the work of sorting through my idiosyncracies, but another stepping stone on the road to devotion.
A childhood blooms in these red-rimmed eyes at the advance of your musical lilt.