written for the adult.
Affection for you
is like seeing downtown before twilight. The blank spot in a day, a perfect white light squared against you. It goes this way. What I thought was endless.
Oh profile, your gorgeous longevity. Your strong teeth, your hands-flock and flutter. When I think of something else. You thing, you sweet and oh, brief.
Of last the city before twilight. It goes like you. A waking waning bubble of light on my watch from sunlight. What I really want to do is start loving. Start with barns. One round, white barn. We oughtn’t to have corners in which demons can hide.
I want all afternoons like this: amazing grace, the sound how sweet. If I make it beautiful enough. [I’d context you, flecked shoulders brushed with blonde, your blue eyes, sigh, blue] for one hour each day (love) I will not. There is burning across your body. Eventually the fields will light on fire and the people who love will close up. My palm across your body burning, or is it prints of my cold making x x x?
I think about you. The sun wilts and scorches. I will not.
is like seeing downtown before twilight. The blank spot in a day, a perfect white light squared against you. It goes this way. What I thought was endless.
Oh profile, your gorgeous longevity. Your strong teeth, your hands-flock and flutter. When I think of something else. You thing, you sweet and oh, brief.
Of last the city before twilight. It goes like you. A waking waning bubble of light on my watch from sunlight. What I really want to do is start loving. Start with barns. One round, white barn. We oughtn’t to have corners in which demons can hide.
I want all afternoons like this: amazing grace, the sound how sweet. If I make it beautiful enough. [I’d context you, flecked shoulders brushed with blonde, your blue eyes, sigh, blue] for one hour each day (love) I will not. There is burning across your body. Eventually the fields will light on fire and the people who love will close up. My palm across your body burning, or is it prints of my cold making x x x?
I think about you. The sun wilts and scorches. I will not.