the warmth of the storm
When I am with you I cant stop talking, cant stop laughing, something comes loose and comes apart, I have no time to think out an expression. i feel like the zipper on the back of a dress, being pulled.
{breathe, baby, just breathe}
I am restless again. it comes and goes. I'm beginning to think that the wind carries it, like changing winds bring it to me, drifting like the smell of cut grass through the screen of my open window.
Or maybe it was you, and the way you leaned back, eyes gleaming like a grassfire, that made something deep switch on again, that made the wind rub me the wrong way. Scratchy and delicate like a paper crane, so light it is almost undetectable.
Everything feels hot enough to be heavy, hot enough to fall out of the sky. I remember your arms when you were cooking, I stare out at the violet ash moon, I lay on the grass and let the flowers touch my face. The heat makes everything bend. I am bending.
I miss you, I feel like wispering into the ground, "do you remember? Do you remember when he was lying here too?"
{breathe, baby, just breathe}
I am restless again. it comes and goes. I'm beginning to think that the wind carries it, like changing winds bring it to me, drifting like the smell of cut grass through the screen of my open window.
Or maybe it was you, and the way you leaned back, eyes gleaming like a grassfire, that made something deep switch on again, that made the wind rub me the wrong way. Scratchy and delicate like a paper crane, so light it is almost undetectable.
Everything feels hot enough to be heavy, hot enough to fall out of the sky. I remember your arms when you were cooking, I stare out at the violet ash moon, I lay on the grass and let the flowers touch my face. The heat makes everything bend. I am bending.
I miss you, I feel like wispering into the ground, "do you remember? Do you remember when he was lying here too?"