lost in the details
your lips are salty again, and my heart beats faster. we're singing ontop of buildings to the clash, falling in love to the volume on the stereo. we're in the wind, upon horses hanging onto their manes. saddle-less and slow-ridden, over the grassy landtops and side the riverbends. in the beaches water, feet deep into the sand, music from the crooning of the waves, overlapping and crashing on the rocks. running further into the deep end, kneetops up high, hands reached up into nothing but the air. pull down the sky, pull down the blinds. in your arms, in your breaths, in your heartbeats it goes softer now.
i had a dream last night that i had written a poem that was published in this apartment complex i was living in. it was in a plaque, and somebody had stolen it and searched inside our house. the next day, in a window seal, her favourite belongings and my poem. the leaves fell like snowflakes and i felt cold, she called me her beautiful writer and sent me old snake skin boots with matching purses. pictures of indians in homemade frames of redwood and bark. there were things i couldnt see because my dream was in a smaller frame, my parents just kept panicking. the lady wanted to capture me and keep me as her own, her own beautiful writer. i collected everything of hers and ran into my room. then i was on a deserted road with wide valleys of dried grass, i was standing on the stones with a curious boy, with a face i cant remember. kisses on the neck, warm hands, and i love yous forever.
i had a dream last night that i had written a poem that was published in this apartment complex i was living in. it was in a plaque, and somebody had stolen it and searched inside our house. the next day, in a window seal, her favourite belongings and my poem. the leaves fell like snowflakes and i felt cold, she called me her beautiful writer and sent me old snake skin boots with matching purses. pictures of indians in homemade frames of redwood and bark. there were things i couldnt see because my dream was in a smaller frame, my parents just kept panicking. the lady wanted to capture me and keep me as her own, her own beautiful writer. i collected everything of hers and ran into my room. then i was on a deserted road with wide valleys of dried grass, i was standing on the stones with a curious boy, with a face i cant remember. kisses on the neck, warm hands, and i love yous forever.