Things a boy I met in Kyoto left with mei. A new found love of literary names and the passing thought of changing my name to Elizabeth Bennet.More Like This
ii. Hungry eyes that ache to devour the minutiae of your face so I don’t forget how Sagittarius’ arrow flies over your forehead, how Aries rams itself lodged under your left eye.
iii. A sense of accomplishment when you talk to me rather than the red velvet rose girls blooming around us, that you noticed a bud and assumed a perfect ivory lily would welcome you one day.
iv. Pride that my taste in music meets your high standards.
v. A rekindled love of Jon Bon Jovi, the song ‘Always’ and the way you sing it.
vi. Thirsty ears that strain to absorb every wave of Australian surf slipping from your mouth, and the fervent desire to collect seashells to see if they sound like you. (nothing can compare to the tides of your laugh – a beach stretches down your tongue, an ocean smiles in your throat, what I wouldn’t do to get lost in your currents.)
vii. A crick
Letters to all the people I have kissedi. RobMore Like This
I expected a knight in shining armour but you were
just a boy, just a boy.
you flirted and you teased and you kissed me
at midnight on new year’s eve and set the tone
for that whole god-forsaken year.
I could taste lies on your tongue and doubt in your fingers;
you said you were a taurus but you were gemini all over.
friends shouldn’t kiss in the kitchen and
friends shouldn’t drink gin together and
friends shouldn’t cry, drunk on misery, and
friends shouldn’t break another friend’s heart and
I’m still sorry.
I expected just a boy but you were
a knight in shining armour, silver to the pretty
ivory teeth, who was looking for a damsel and found
only don quixote, tilting at windmills and refusing
to be saved.
we were drunk and you were more beautiful
under the harsh car park lights than I had noticed before
and you were mid-sentence and I was mid-hiccup and
we still laugh about it now.