You say your eyes are blue but I am lost in a forest of ivy green
one that holds the aftermath of a heavy downpour –
velvety darkness, sheets of fog, and distant, gentle echoes of rain.
A familiar smell rests upon your skin –
but not for a long period of time, it fades.
A second or two of what feels like home, all in one smell
the basement of your childhood home.
I press my face into the back of your head –
laying behind you, bodies melting into one.
A hard day’s work, Tuesday morning’s mousse –
chocolate hair, disheveled; my weakness.
Your teeth –
they align like the yellow lines of a road, parallel.
A small gap, you shy away –
lips press together, tiny crater on your left cheek.
Your laugh travels the air, hummingbird, paper wings –
Small vibrations, the threads of my heart weave tight.
Broken pieces no more, you heal me.
Two souls burning, addiction, pain –
two souls burning, softening, truth.
My love, you shine bright, golden.
You are the embers, you are the crazy –
the kind of crazy that makes me want to abandon everything I know and fall into you; into us.