how when you tell me you love me
i know you mean it because you close
your eyes and reach out for me
you're having a waking dream of finding
me finding you all over again
and it's a kind of silent music
the way our lips inward bloom to meet each
other whenever our hearts fancy the moment/

and you're that delicate a petal wet with
summer rain i found under my tongue
standing behind the shadows of the feelings
i could never convey and they say
when love gets too familiar it withers
changing colors of autumn then dying
under the bright white weight of winter/

but after so long i'm still giddy
at the sight of your nipples right before
we make love and i notice the right arch
of your foot a sort of comfort pivot
now you've got the small world of us
under control

and then the day comes that i can no longer
imagine a world without you
my world without you
and with forever transcending some
fleeting notion of universal control of the
eye in eye i lose sight of any end
to me having it begin again with you/

and all the loves we've yet to love

together.

2 much spying
too much lying
not enough action kinko's wrinks silence?

but over hauled emotions sounds good

whatever dorthy

glass slippers don't work 28 milli meters from home

watch on

Lovely read from first to last.

This piece is dope, you metaphors are so refreshing and new. My favorite part is the end "and the loves we've yet to love together" Menage perhaps. The two take home lines for me are

"could never convey and they say
>when love gets too familiar it withers
>changing colors of autumn then dying"


"but after so long i'm still giddy
>at the sight of your nipples right before
>we make love and i notice the right arch
>of your foot a sort of comfort pivot
>now you've got the small world of us
>under control"

Shit the entire piece is amazing

this was nice

real grown up love

very nice visuals