with the stars all aglow in your eyes (it's a marvelous night)
i keep reading that entry over and over
sunday is becoming my favorite word even though saturday was The Day.
"yes, we are back together. and this time it was me that realized it."
i mouthed those words to myself in the shower the other night
they dripped down into my eyes but ddn't burn
they trickled into my mouth but didn't taste bad
they slid over my bare skin
over the parts of me which i could do without, and i spread my fingers and held my palms up to the spray as they swirled around my toes never quite reaching the drain.
"it was me that realized it."
in the shower i think a lot.
in the shower for days that has lodged there, between the tiles and when the water runs the words steam in clouds around me,
and i inhale so it fills my mind with "it was me" and my mouth "that realized" and my lungs "IT" you realized it, you made the choice, your heart made its decision-
and its decision
was
me.
Me.
I am your heart's decision it said yes to me to us this is what it means (patience); /breath/
somehow the knowledge that you stepped forward to me
makes this even more permanent in my mind
as if all it needed was your signature to make it final.
i feel
like motherfucking cinderella.
a fucking prince with a cunt, do you understand.
i have
a crown on my head
that won't come off i have jewels in the crest of my brow made from your breath on my forehead.
i keep your window open long after you've left and gaze at your name.
i think of it-
the syllables-
three syllables make up the sweetest words to taste my tongue since i love you first learned the inside of my mouth.
you know
if this keeps up
i'll never be able to write a short journal entry again, damn you.
I DON'T EVEN CARE.
i want to be under the moonlight with you in the grass with my arms around you and my chin in your hair and your arms around my neck and and your head on my chest and only stars and the moon,
only the grass,
wind,
maybe snow if we've got coats on
nothing else
no one else
and the music that your breathing makes against the rhythm of my pounding achy fireheart.
you said i am passionate
i only live like this for you; i cannot stop listening to this song
my heart. is pulsing softly
i am dewy morningtide grass before the sun rises awaiting the touch of the dawn to give me color i stand newborn under this light,
awake,
anew,
thirsty and willing to learn the shape and contours and ways of the light and
the light is you;
make me bloom
sunday is becoming my favorite word even though saturday was The Day.
"yes, we are back together. and this time it was me that realized it."
i mouthed those words to myself in the shower the other night
they dripped down into my eyes but ddn't burn
they trickled into my mouth but didn't taste bad
they slid over my bare skin
over the parts of me which i could do without, and i spread my fingers and held my palms up to the spray as they swirled around my toes never quite reaching the drain.
"it was me that realized it."
in the shower i think a lot.
in the shower for days that has lodged there, between the tiles and when the water runs the words steam in clouds around me,
and i inhale so it fills my mind with "it was me" and my mouth "that realized" and my lungs "IT" you realized it, you made the choice, your heart made its decision-
and its decision
was
me.
Me.
I am your heart's decision it said yes to me to us this is what it means (patience); /breath/
somehow the knowledge that you stepped forward to me
makes this even more permanent in my mind
as if all it needed was your signature to make it final.
i feel
like motherfucking cinderella.
a fucking prince with a cunt, do you understand.
i have
a crown on my head
that won't come off i have jewels in the crest of my brow made from your breath on my forehead.
i keep your window open long after you've left and gaze at your name.
i think of it-
the syllables-
three syllables make up the sweetest words to taste my tongue since i love you first learned the inside of my mouth.
you know
if this keeps up
i'll never be able to write a short journal entry again, damn you.
I DON'T EVEN CARE.
i want to be under the moonlight with you in the grass with my arms around you and my chin in your hair and your arms around my neck and and your head on my chest and only stars and the moon,
only the grass,
wind,
maybe snow if we've got coats on
nothing else
no one else
and the music that your breathing makes against the rhythm of my pounding achy fireheart.
you said i am passionate
i only live like this for you; i cannot stop listening to this song
my heart. is pulsing softly
i am dewy morningtide grass before the sun rises awaiting the touch of the dawn to give me color i stand newborn under this light,
awake,
anew,
thirsty and willing to learn the shape and contours and ways of the light and
the light is you;
make me bloom