I wish I'd written the morning after you went home ->
after I crashed but before I took the train to the city,
I remember the shower, taking your knots out of my hair,
smiling in the myriad of deep stains you painted on my lips.
sanguine by my choice, my eyes, my pride.
my lips tingled that whole day,
remembering your mouth, and touching the words
/areyougoingtokissme/?
as they stumbled out of my breath.
and I never thought to write it down.
I wish I could turn all of the clocks
all of the faces
back back back
turn the leaves from burnt orange
to the moments we spent laughing,
I like to say we became friends in my bed
you touched my face,
your hands framed my face the whole night
laughter poured over us,
they'll say the stars were jealous
and I like to think we were relieved that it didn't have to mean
what it meant.
sitting up in a century old window, watching the day turn to amber
our hesitant hands....
I couldn't/wouldn't/ hold
myself back after you let yourself go
teenagers in the backseat of my bedroom.
the virginity of at all inspired prayer as I hoped
that you were as real as you
felt.
The next day, I shrank, a mess
still brazen in my pride,
but blinded by
v.i.b.r.a.n.t.
glow
kissing your forehead
(seemslikeaonenightstandtome)
I knew you heart tender
"every thought you have is beautiful and deserves a home in someones head"
