one petal of
a white magnolia
rebels and comes
loose from its flower,
drifts down slowly
to kiss the water,
sails down the stream
without a care.
"hold my hand
as we stroll along,
will you?"
the dance of the lillies by catgirrl246, literature
Literature
the dance of the lillies
Cool spring nights in your eyes
The soul of the riverbed weeping past our feet
A willow tree watching patiently, wisely over us
The warm flicker of the fireflies dancing in the taller grasses
Humid air enveloping our bodies
Your cool smile, like the breath of dandelions between our toes
I remember your hands in my hair, the bend of your arm around me like a gate
Reach upwards
Touch the stars, cradle the moon
This is where my dreams are
This is where I feel your heart
"Hey,"
shy, awkward smiles
mask secrets
embedded in
impossibly shattered eyes.
shy, awkward hands
tenderly cradle
slim, scarred shoulders
through a tshirt
fragrant with soap.
shy, awkward hearts
tremble with a rush of
pungent memories.
if you delved more deeply,
you'd find
two shivering newborn children
over stimulated, overwhelmed;
a mother
ignoring her child;
two pairs of
clammy hands
that fit like
puzzle pieces
in one another;
four seasons
of love;
several figures
sprawled in the dandelions
saying goodbyes;
a dress like the sea
and dark hair
like the night sky;
a desperate phone call
to save a life;
years
Today, I drowned.
I had been painting that delicate smile you used to show to the world,
wildflowers bleeding into oceans into sunset skies.
My breath caught in my throat and I wondered where you were.
I wondered what you were dreaming about.
me? (what do you think of me?
what do I think of me?
no, I wouldn't dream of me, either.)
I'm kind of selfish. I know there's no such thing as perfect.
But I also know that you are the closest thing in the world, and
if I had a chance again, you'd still be here.
I heard your voice, and I leaned into it.
I turned around, and you were there
The oceans lull to our rhythm and
trees sway in the breeze.
Today,
skin peeling back, revealing taught violin strings
tootight,tootight.
bruised, bruised skin, like finger-smeared butterfly wings,
accordion lungs constricted and
soul an empty riverbed.
/sometimes, I
used to think you were delirious/
everytime you move,
your feet padding on the floor
(ticking, disaster.
I await the moment you explode)
fingers resting on the piano
(hair laying down your back, smooth, delicate, twisted, knotted)
/but then I realized how I saw you/
I asked you a question, never registering in my mind
sounding like silence, and
you turned, looked at me bewildered
(foul, hopeless, rotting)
lying on the carpet,
Kissing you. -:repost:- by catgirrl246, literature
Literature
Kissing you. -:repost:-
kissing you is like speeding up, like running.
are you scared?
keep moving, don't want to get caught.
people are cruel, you'll be dead in a second if you slow down.
I grab your hand and pull you up over the gate.
you stumble, but I keep you up.
at the top, we jump.
kissing you is like freefalling.
I start to scream on the way down,
and I know it is love when you scream louder.
and even though I twist my ankle a little bit at the bottom,
I laugh because my logic is still hanging in the air above us
about to splatter down to the ground like thick raindrops.
kissing you is like looking at life like we're gonna die tomorrow,
like
Love forever. -:repost:- by catgirrl246, literature
Literature
Love forever. -:repost:-
I come up gasping for air,
your breath is warm against my lips.
The cicadas are singing outside
our open window (I take pride
in saying our) like your pretty
little voice humming under your
breath, like the way it feels
to have your hand curled against
the bare small of my back.
You kiss me again, lingering and
pulling away before you lay
your head on my chest.
My heart races for you.
Your fingers move softly just
below my ribs, down over
my torso, up my spine,
finally resting at my neck
just below the hairs there.
The candles on our bedside
table are cheesy, but so you that
I couldn't mind a bit. The
clock ticks