i can claim to know you,
and you, and you.
all of you, a mirage of my past put together.
intricate. you are.
little pieces of reality,
much of stubborness.
i do not know why, i seem to meet a lot of stubborn people.
maybe its because all of you are... boys.
and i say you are boys, for that is what my eyes see,
with the full force of my twenty years of existence. the irony.
defiant, you have always been.
i carry you, your burdens, the little pieces i have gleaned.
pocket memories of yourself that you have given to me,
little pieces i collect in a scrapbook so that one day,
when you have lost enough of yo
you are the smile that plays on my lips
curling at the corners like crinkled paper
a little flick of playful carefree innocence
a little parting of lips, a little show of teeth
a little grin, a peek into you.
i am the eyes that drink in you
and i could say that word again and again
a little sing-song tune on my breath,
a puckered kiss, the lilt of a laugh
i cannot pull my gaze away
when i turn you turn also
the imprint of you, me the shadow of a footstep
i walk away
you gallantly follow.
you are all i have.
i wrap arms around you, me.
you tell me not to worry
and i tell you i a
this is a portrait of plastered smiles,
you are my little bit of sunshine, i say.
you are no one, and everyone.
you are the voice on the wind that whispers sweet nothings
and curls the hair behind my ears with a lick of your playfulness.
you are the blue sky that greets me at noon,
purposefully bright as you wake me with your childlike exuberance.
you are the gold of sun rays warming my toes
and cupping my face in the curves of your hands.
you are the empty spaces between my fingers when i stretch them,
you are the lines on my palm and my face
you are the eyelids that hide the windows to my heartbeat -
the only sound that nev