(no subject)
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
Dear Rebekah,
It's not the beautiful weather that makes the day nice or the delicious food we eat that makes it wonderful. A day with you is a time warp speed trip away from the gloom and glum of normal life. Waking and working and shitting and surviving and being less a being than a thing that breathes and consumes (with routine!): Oh Goodness! these things have no place in your presence. A hug goodnight is like a religious experience and the way we used to kiss is how church should feel.
You once told me that you didn't think we were that good of friends. Well, I once told you that I'm not in love with you anymore. We're soon to get tattoos in dedication of our friendship and I already have two for you.
I have things to tell you but I only will under cover like this, on a fucking locked live journal entry that you'll never see. And I'll retire for the night, laying under the blanket we used to sweat under, knowing that you're right up the stairs, about 10,000 miles from any touch of mine, in bed with your new beau.
All my heart and skin,
James
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
Dear Rebekah,
It's not the beautiful weather that makes the day nice or the delicious food we eat that makes it wonderful. A day with you is a time warp speed trip away from the gloom and glum of normal life. Waking and working and shitting and surviving and being less a being than a thing that breathes and consumes (with routine!): Oh Goodness! these things have no place in your presence. A hug goodnight is like a religious experience and the way we used to kiss is how church should feel.
You once told me that you didn't think we were that good of friends. Well, I once told you that I'm not in love with you anymore. We're soon to get tattoos in dedication of our friendship and I already have two for you.
I have things to tell you but I only will under cover like this, on a fucking locked live journal entry that you'll never see. And I'll retire for the night, laying under the blanket we used to sweat under, knowing that you're right up the stairs, about 10,000 miles from any touch of mine, in bed with your new beau.
All my heart and skin,
James