...perhaps i'm just imagining things.sit with me, crosslegged and toe-to-toe...perhaps i'm just imagining things. by =bubblemoth
while the sun sleeps deep below the mountains,
sit with me among my mahogany four-posts
draped in nets and fairy lights that cast
pink and green and orange
over our tired eyes and tied-up tongues.
let the glow of your cigarette reflect in my irises,
let the netting protect & shield us
from anything and everything out there.
hold my hand when I get scared,
over thunder crashes and lightning flickers
and can you feel my blood
pulsing through my skin and into yours?
can you feel the gentle dips of the quilt
dotted with free-flying swallows in a myriad of pastel tones
as they rub against your shifting thighs?
my paper lips that split and bleed for you.
my cardboard vocal cords that rasp out love for you,
my eyes that lost their twinkle to put the stars in the sky for you?
my nervous palms with deep love lines and a desperation to be held.
your gentle inhalations curl love around your throat
and lungs, and my exhalations help to keep me sane.