Look like something I could float on
And when u laugh
That dimple winks at me
As if it knows I’m waiting for it
And if I’m close enough
I can hear your heartbeat
A rhythmic melody
A Smooth and consistent lullaby.
And your hands
Textured and thoughtful
Creeping up my thigh
Just enough to get warm.
I let them stay there long enough
And then I push them to their destination.
So you can explore me in detail
And turn me into a poem.
I keep my eyes closed when I think about you.
So maybe I’ll wake up and the reason my heart beats this fast will be because of a dream.
Because you’ve chased me with a knife made of stories I’ve told you.
And you know it’ll cut me
Cause you still haunt me.
So you chase me until we’re exhausted
and I try to reason with you
I shield the wrong part of myself
I’ve fallen in the garden we’ve made together in spring
Nothing has grown in months
Except for these white flowers that brides hold.
But I wake up
And it still hurts.
I shouldn’t have given you that knife