someday our hands should meet.
do you feel it?
that fierce sensation
of fingertips
coming together,
all tangled up
like drunken galaxies,
colliding.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
do you feel it?
that fierce sensation
of fingertips
coming together,
all tangled up
like drunken galaxies,
colliding.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
oh that i was brave
like you, dear moon,
undaunted by the night,
continuing on—
rising each time you fall.
a romantic soul
fervently chasing the day,
defiant to the darkness,
on a great eternal quest
to catch the sun.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
you’re like the wind, so coy,
brushing against my arm as you
draw masterpieces in the sand
with your toe. your eyes sweep over
me, slowly retreating to the ocean.
teasing glances, like the surf at our feet.
gently pulling me closer. what mysteries
hide beneath that smile? what thoughts
run through your head? lighting touches
the water, miles away, near the horizon.
a storm approaches.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
this tremor prevails
the substructure of my heart;
shaking its core and reviving
its hollow shell—
oh sweet, love,
whisper to me again,
whisper to me again.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
plant me in your mind.
i want to take root, and drink
deeply from your thoughts
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
(a whisper)
meet me there.
a quiet mist
descends over
the lake, settling,
suspended
(like space dust)
over the dark water.
our dangling feet hide
somewhere in the haze—
meet me there,
you had whispered.
at the old cedar dock
we carved our names into.
you’re silent now;
a breathing mystery,
an enigma, exhaling.
(kiss me before i awake)
i wished to tell you secrets,
secrets only you
and the water would hear;
but i was afraid. afraid
of being a fool,
afraid of waking up.
you breathed out
dipping your toes in
quick, parting the cloud,
sending ripples
through a tiny universe
of misted stars.
you shivered,
and i pulled you close.
(a whisper)
meet me here, forever.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)