My LoveYesterday I was walking and it started to rain softlyMore Like This
I laid my head back letting the warm drops cover me
My arms outstretched I breathed in slowly
That scent of rain so clean and fresh intoxicates
Thoughts drift like dandelion seeds on a gentle breeze
I recalled that time we went for a walk along the river
Your hand in mine I knew our love would never fade
The sun was so warm on my face my heart so calm
When the summer rain came it soothed reddened skin
We never stopped or ran for cover letting the rain soak
Your cotton dress clung to you tracing your body
Those oh so feminine curves perfectly formed
You were so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes
We held each other close kissing softly and deeply
I can still taste your lips on mine, feel your warmth
My mind, strange in its tangled labyrinth, picks and chooses
I hardly remember what I did last week and yet
In vivid detail I recall each kiss, each embrace
You were, you are and you always will be my love
how to claim your birthrightshe moved constantly & never unpacked the boxes, like she'd fly away any second & watch the city unfold underneath like a lit-up bruise, with all its looping strands of streetlamps & cockeyed rivers & highways dangling jauntily from the face of the earth.More Like This
she spun a symphony beneath her, hung a spindly bridge across the womb harbouring all the world's cigars & half its barren fish.
you could send her a package & never be sure that it would reach her. she never left by plane because it meant she couldn't change her destination midflight & she listened exclusively to bob dylan & sundance film soundtracks. she sent christmas cards in march unapologetically because she believed in proving things & no one knows when jesus was born. she moved constantly & counted on everyone else to stay put so she could show up unannounced at their door at three am with blueberry muffins.
or so she said
she also once seduced a chinese god (or his son) who proposed to her in mandarin with a fortu
a poem about your skin.you are coveredMore Like This
by land, a lithosphere,
a continent sprinkled
with snow. i watch
off your surface, leak
into cracks. i name
your freckles after cities,
your eyes after oceans. you
are a world, my world, but this
is only a layer.
being in love.it's like when you were five, when your pet rabbit diedMore Like This
and you learned that nothing good lasts.
it's like the time you dropped him off at his house to watch tv
before you drove yourself to the emergency room, sobbing.
it's like the first time you saw your kindergarten teacher cry.
it's like ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes. ashes.
it's like when he went too far, and he said, "is this okay?"
and you said, "no," but it didn't matter.
it's like when he said, "but i want you."
it's like the number seven, or rubies.
it's like when you almost drowned in the pool in north carolina
and when you looked up through the broken surface you thought
you saw god's face in the clouds.
it's like when he told you, "it's okay, it's going to be okay," and it wasn't.
it's like when you found out monsters weren't real
but every night you still woke up screaming.