I think the way the trees kiss the same wind
that knocks them off their roots is
as fascinating as
the woman who says goodbye to her lover
hopeful that he won't fall into the arms of another
while she herself,
bows down to the cravings of her skin,
and the most primal needs of her soul.
find majestic the sound of dad's lips against my cheek
everynight as he whispers goodnight
and tucks me in,
turns off my light
even though I'm grown and in college
and I live two thousand
and forty one kilometers away from home.
the sunset is grand
and that you've always exalted the beauty in the sunrise
but I myself, am the kind of girl
who finds peace and marvels
in the breathtaking beauty of the lighless nights.
the stain of her red lipstick on your white collar shirt,
I think it's purely magnificent
how you deny that you love her
every night as you stumble down the sheets with me
but every day,
you say goodbye
and come home
smelling of her daunitng perfume.
I am astonished by the beauty of our naivete,
how we wish, and we kiss like the trees the wind,
becoming lovers with others
who will inevitably break our hearts
and tear our feet off the ground
only to let us fall once we're high up on the sky
do not understand why
there is nothing more striking in life
than trying so hard and
falling flat on your face,
your heart flatlining
at the end of this very dangerous game.
but that the moon is wondrous
and the stars prodigious
and that someday,
I want to be like them.
There is not nothing more impressive
than this sick love I feel for your guts
nothing more awesome than this thing
I have for your lips,
there is nothing,
not even the wind or the trees
or the peaceful darkness of my room
that fills me up more than you do.