a kinesthesia of music,
your fingertips like a needle
deep inside the vinyl grooves
of my heart.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
a kinesthesia of music,
your fingertips like a needle
deep inside the vinyl grooves
of my heart.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
the memory written on sea rocks.
i found the place where we hid
the Atlantic ocean and the waves
that tugged at our bare feet and
pale ankles, the sun
and skin, kissing
goosebumps as we held hands for
the first (and last) time, trying hard
not to be washed away with the
seaweed.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
i feel so empty in the afternoon.
i still remember the
black and white promises
we painted on the sides
of rusted railroad cars—
love and hope and
other four letter words.
we watched the water
carve rivers in the ice.
i wanted to kiss you,
but i didn’t.
slip your hand into mine
as we slip between time
and the hands of a clock.
in this dream i had,
we lay on the floor like lovers
watching light fall through the window
onto our skin.
i remember when you left,
using your last ragged breath
to remind the angels it was time
to leave too.
keep searching
in abandoned corners
and forgotten spaces;
find me in the darkness,
find me in the light.
“neverland.”
if i could sew your shadow back on,
i would, i promise.
i promise.
