Sta.sh
this is what i would give to you:
i would give you sea castles during high tide. i would give you an empty beach and a storm rolling in, the sea flagging the danger and the sky rolling in anxiety. the ocean was deepen to sleet gray and i would be waiting in it, the cotton of my dress soaked to my ankles. we could find release in the storm, slipping the silent killers from our bones to wash out with the dregs of the hurricane. the rain would come in with a crack across the sky and we could hold each other through it. our clothes could be sopping wet and flapping in the wind, but we would be rocks. screaming, kissing, unlocking our chests and letting the elements take us.
this is what i would give to you:
i would give you ocean-salted rooms with open french doors and billowing curtains. i would give you an abandoned home and phones off the hook. i would give you peace and i would hold you while you slept. you would be peaceful in your slumber and i would not say a word. i would press my palms to your flesh and i would soak in every disease and fear and agony that slipped like blades through your veins. i would encase them in my stomach and i would hide them behind my lungs. i would clean your heart and cleanse your soul and when you awoke, i would kiss you twice and never tell you why the sun shone brighter.
this is what i would give to you:
i would give you moonlight waltzes over forest fur with thoughts that are naught but musical notes. i would give you body language in italian and kisses in spanish; i would breathe in foreign tongues and would whisper harmonic notes when you dip your arm around the small of my back. the air would be cold, but we would be warm as we met through the fog. we would be obtrusive and intimate and the trees would exhale as they knit around us. we would meet in silence and communicate in sighs. deer would raise their fragile skulls and watch us twine together as we dipped through the night. it would be beautiful, and we would be beautiful, and anything that was not would be trapped outside where it could not touch us.
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This poem is like salty water on my tongue and feels so good
if you want; i can take it down.
But there are no words for how I feel reading this.
..special.
You're such an amazing poet.
as always (: