I fell asleep with my jeans still on.
the light shining away.
My tv humming with a soft murmur,
Late night infomercials a static lullaby.
...
With the love of the storm he burns without sound,
And each brush of the lips surges with
Electric currents.
Like clouds heavy and dense,
...
can’t possibly be human.
A broken porcelain doll perhaps,
With a perfect painted face
Always smiling.
...
You told me to turn it up.
Better than any other three word phrase.
So I did.
We shared that bus seat,
...
Just south of the yellow brick road,
Where you’re lulled to sleep in a pale river, and whisked awake by saltwater and screams.
Paper daisies lose their petals, with blooms where
He loves me not.
...
a forgotten voice.
a song i used to know,
a sharpness in the dulcet acoustic rhythms
playing in the background while we’re
...
she stares out the window
fingers touching her lips,
Striving to catch the shadow of that
orange soda kiss.
...
i write to feel. i feel to write.)
Denim
I fell asleep with my jeans still on.
the light shining away.
My tv humming with a soft murmur,
Late night infomercials a static lullaby.
I lay with no blankets,
A wide open window,
Welcoming the snows clean, crisp,
Frozen reality.
Curled into a ball of intriguing despair.
A scarf woven through my fingers,
A solid mirage in the spaces that contained yours.
Your scent manages to invade my senses
As it drifts its way into my little ball.
Once so secure,
Now infiltrated by electric ends.
my volume is turned to vibrate only,
I shiver.
I can feel your touch,
I shiver.
I fell asleep with my jeans still on.
And the tears,
black mascara puddles within the dark, distressed denim.