tucked in the parts of me that need tucking
holding onto the pieces of me that need holding
breathing thick and speaking through fingertips
wet lips
wrapped in your never-ending skin,
the scent seeping in
I'll spend the whole morning breathing you back in.

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“I know you’re busy doing all the things you always planned to do but remember, today is the day that you kiss me.”

—	I wrote this for you,  Iain Thomas

“The conversation between your fingers and someone else’s skin. This is the most important discussion you can ever have.” Iain Thomas

and really
this is just a collection of notes
like a field book guide
to me...

a matter of preference, you see.

I prefer not to know you, actually.

While you sit on the bench across from me, with your pack you are either coming or going. 

And while i'm certain you lead a life of adventure, and that you might love me violently and desperately, and our fingers might be meant to intertwine, and the legacy of our love was meant for the eternal, I will remain here in silence. 

Because you probably actually suck, And I prefer to dream alone. 
So I will not look too long at your face, for fear you will in return look up.
And i will be thrown backward in immense velocity from the force of your glance. 

And, well, we can't have any of that.

“I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.”
― Clementine von Radics

don't touch me there.

On the back of a motor bike
On the back of a motor anything
that goes fast
lots of wind
forced tears
on the back behind you
don't touch my leg there.

reservations

you visited me in my dreams last night.
you were reserved.

the trouble with words is that I don't know the right ones.

Breathe you in.

I'm ashamed, but here's what I know.

arms that are bigger than me
ground lit by a cell phone
rocks, uphill...
clear.

clear air.
the brightest stars I've ever seen
the crystal metallic motion of the black and silver lake
my head on your shoulder.
words. breathe. tenor.

scent, comfort, closeness.
guard down
embrace.
arms that are stronger than me.
sleepy, sleepy, sleepy.

my hand in a hand.
lead.
breathing in.
rest on top of chest

fire
man...strong man.
wisdom. honesty.
happiness.

a promise.
a breaking of the promise.
a long ride home.