I think better when I hear your voice.
Things that had been plaguing me
somehow just seem to make sense
coming off of your lips.
The way you can make the whole world make sense.
So carefree. So fearless.
I remember a day when we laughed. The hot leather of your car seats burned my legs but I forgot the pain when I looked at your lips.
I couldn't foresee what would come of those.
I was feeding you passionfruit Italian ices while you had your hands on the wheel and the gear shift. The air was so hot. The urgency notable.
I should have kissed you when I fed you those ices.
In between a laugh or a comment or something.
I had lemon ices that day like always.
I had never tasted passionfruit until I met you.
You are fleeting in a way that all good things are
you leave me with the best taste in my mouth right before disappearing
Cotton candy in a pink martini, gone the second liquid touches it
Thin strings wrapped around themselves playing out a thunderclap of laugher and a symphony of my name leaving your lips
Dissolving through the static of a phone call
I’d drink you up in a second if you weren’t so far away
If life had dealt me another hand
An ace of diamonds instead of a joker with teeth exposed
Smiling through what could be in another life,
Or in a dream.
But one always has to turn the light back on and wake up.
Beep beep beep
Tiered to the sky with sickening sweetness and sprinkles
the obnoxious colors of your Lisa Frank folder you had in the second grade
buy me candy turns into
buy me shots
comes the realization that nobody wants to celebrate your birthday
celebrations of the self are inherently narcissistic
so people take advantage
of your life
to celebrate their own