white, the carpet
70's blue, smashed tread belonging to our footsteps
soft, my hands
cracked, the callous rubbing along the index of sixteen hours
pungent leather, the seats, a consistent breath of air
burning, fire running through uphill calves, pull over! the chain is broken
efficient consistent communication, dr. lund
goosebumps in August, empty backs, words like stones
someday we'll be there
i swear it
our fence will be picket
our bank account glowing
you'll teach me to let go of my pride,
you'll make me soft
but for now
the only thing i love more than waking up to your eggs,
is waking up to your warmth fitted against my body
so
tread builds tenacity
callouses hold their own diploma
afternoon hills bring morning flight, a glow blanketing the beautiful valley we never expected to live, blanketing my skin
and
empty backs are
invariably turned
at the sound of your familiar call
my love for you is limitless, boundless, without end
yet
my experience still so naive
callouses hold their own diploma
afternoon hills bring morning flight, a glow blanketing the beautiful valley we never expected to live, blanketing my skin
and
empty backs are
invariably turned
at the sound of your familiar call
my love for you is limitless, boundless, without end
yet
my experience still so naive
YOU ARE SO TALENTED. How do you stand it?! Do you just get so excited every time you write, as you realize how SMART you are with words, and how insightful you are into describing life and emotions? Amazing! You are SO FRICKIN' TALENTED. Write a book. Please. Or just more on this blog. I'm seriously addicted. I know you write for you, but I LOVE IT!
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