Leave the blinds open cause
You look best in stripes, love.
Little hints of skin and breath
Hiding mostly thighs and breasts.
Feel the smile through the dark;
A bar of light for eye contact.
The smell of hair slowly dampening
Always makes me all the more
Thoughtful.
Care to breathe
Loud enough to feel it?
Care to bend
Sharp enough to taste it?
Care enough
To keep an eye on placement
Of your hands inside my lungs
And our minds beneath our faces?
You kiss like
You're putting words into my mouth.
You move like
Impressing me's what it's about.
It feels like
When one of us is looking down
Fireworks aren't seen, but sound
Like they've been gathered by a cheap mic.
I replay songs that I used to write
For hearts that burned or that
Floated lightly
Away.
Never once will I let you read them,
Just like they were allowed to leech when
Ears suck sound out of the air and cheapen
The words of spoken volumes too high to keep from leaking
Out.
Author notes
Hm.
Comments
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the beginning, that is absolutely the BEST imagery ive seen in a poem ever. Very "casablanca" nicely done
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"You kiss like
You're putting words into my mouth."
SO many amazing quotes in here. Where to start?
"Leave the blinds open cause
You look best in stripes, love."
I loved the imagery in here. Conceptually, it was very consistent. I love how sweet it is in a way. Ugh I am speechless! Wow, David. Just wow.
"It feels like
When one of us is looking down
Fireworks aren't seen, but sound"
Mmm! Yes! You're getting so much better.
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This would be a seriously good song. I kinda already hear a tune to go with.
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