threeinchestall

You put your arm around me and I put my head on your chest where I can hear your heartbeat, and I know this is exactly where I'm meant to be. You take out your guitar and you are playing me your new songs and they are beautiful, really beautiful. They remind me of that rice krispies commercial that's in black and white where the mom is showing the kid how they pop, and he laughs this exuberant little kid laugh and there is music in the background and it's so sweet and real and beautiful. Forgive me for using so many ands in a sentence, how "redundant" of me. As I hear your songs, I hear you. I feel like I've known you. I know you are more beautiful to me and you are everything, everything I've ever wanted. You are the honey in the stars and milk in my tea and the sun in the sky. Pure and simple.

The light glanced off you like hazy crystals, like a million sunrises and sunsets sketched into your skin. You led me through an impossible January, pulling back my hair and listened to me cry, crying out your name. You wrapped us in blue blankets, soft like the inside of a cocoon. We lay there and I saw the blue of your veins, like roads leading to the places inside you, your skin thick enough to hold the sun but thin enough that I could still hear your heartbeat like the rhythmn of the sea, in and out, in and out. Your chest was golden and shadowed, I lay my head on it and breathed in your smell. The air was thick around these blankets and we breathed each other's oxygen. I tasted the salty sweat off of the soft part of your lips. Looking at scars, laying forever, raspy voices, your arms around me, your heartbeat and your smell and your body and soul, close to mine. We blended that day, melted together like wet water colors so our edges were blurred together.

You're my cactus flower. Whatever that means.

I still don't know where you end and where I begin. I still don't want to.