why is it that the rain always bears some semblance
to the way other people make me feel?
this time, it's you: hair beginning to curl around your throat,
storm clouds following your hands,
streaks of blurry watercolour lightning defining your porcelain skin,
and gravity slowing to a halt around you--
folding me in--
until i am stuck in your pull like a
falling star caught on the edge of a kiss
and whispered through a pot-blurred goodnight.
we are pressed together like petal and page against my car,
(ironically a shade of fool's gold)
and i can almost speak the way your body shakes
as i slip gratefully inside the enclosed safety
of the driver's seat.
my heart is skipping as i try to drive as far away
from your piercing eyes
as possible but the truth is.
i can't now.
Author notes
if you were just one person
A contest entry
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hair beginning to curl around your throat,
storm clouds following your hands,
-You have such a way of making imagery so complete. As if nothing could tarnish it.
until i am stuck in your pull like a
falling star caught on the edge of a kiss
-See, must i even tell you of your astounding brilliance or do you know it already?
i really like your authors notes too. that's a pretty powerful line.
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