07-23-2014, 05:37 AM
*Hopefully this counts (?)
Such Nights
The constellations are pulsating. She walks to him through the crowd on the porch. Her eyes meander, emerald wind chimes quivering in his rippling copper puddles. She asks him stale questions about himself seeking the cool calm of a babbling brook in his throat. A fly visits her lower lip while he conjures confidence in fragments, notices the speck, struggles to ignore it and mumbles something about his favorite color. Her green. He knocks his wine on to her pale slippers, a sloppy apology, maroon stained concrete. Together hovering awake under the spell of staring, wading in secluded waters, collecting each other’s crescent shaped pebbles in clammy grips. The sun should not rise after such nights.
Shirt stuck to his chest
Swallowing two glowing hearts
Choking on her moon
Such Nights
The constellations are pulsating. She walks to him through the crowd on the porch. Her eyes meander, emerald wind chimes quivering in his rippling copper puddles. She asks him stale questions about himself seeking the cool calm of a babbling brook in his throat. A fly visits her lower lip while he conjures confidence in fragments, notices the speck, struggles to ignore it and mumbles something about his favorite color. Her green. He knocks his wine on to her pale slippers, a sloppy apology, maroon stained concrete. Together hovering awake under the spell of staring, wading in secluded waters, collecting each other’s crescent shaped pebbles in clammy grips. The sun should not rise after such nights.
Shirt stuck to his chest
Swallowing two glowing hearts
Choking on her moon