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It’s the thickening honey-browned light, eases through your curtains through my thin-spun sleep The sun’s an earlier riser than me and I can smell the spring morning rolling Over your skin the same heavy-slow sweetness as rising from a dream And I open my eyes and you You are a sucker-punch you know that? Because In the movies people get up landlocked in Second-law-love what is in motion stays in motion in Holding-pattern-love wake up make coffee make breakfast make love in Supposed-to-be-love But my god. I wake up shipwrecked wake up every morning en media res en media vos en media you You are the first time I ever saw the sea

If we must               collide                       let me first say Oh how I have loved your Elysium eyes Your blue-shift Your crescent hips The joules you wear with (solar) flare                They say we are made of hydrogen                Made beautiful with dust                The both of us And especially the touch of you The solar wind, hot and heavy against sore skin The strange light-year love Sleeping long and light against the length of me                Listen: All that lies between us is gas and dust And        If                            We          Must                 Depart Please fool me slow            

You will be Something extraordinary Look into my eyes You’re just like the sea; I can’t keep you in a photo (so I’ll have to remember) Listen to me LOOK At me Let me fill you up with stories before you go This old mind is too full of them Let the streets flood behind you and, please, Send me a postcard from forever when you get there It should be such an adventure To be airborne Oh, my dear, Your eyes haven’t been so windy Since you broke like daylight over this slow heart It’s okay I’ll write the eulogy You make the effigy It’ll be just like old times Only this time you’ll be the legend And

I used to spend my nights In the Patterson’s tree-house That’s where you could see the stars the best And it made me happy to be there To feel pressed up against the sky Arms out So the constellations could push against my chest and eyelids The way it feels when you’re floating in the lake I loved those nights When time couldn’t touch me because my skin was too soft But it isn’t now, and I don’t go up to the tree-house anymore because I am too old for tree-houses and sky-hugs and stars for that matter Because we are chemical creatures We pick our own poisons and yours is, and mine is Not that deadly (but

You were always so much more (to me) Than you imagined: A dreamer With beautiful hands Made for holding Made me strong Even on those nights When I was full of dust And all you could do Was stroke my hair On those nights (When reality became so real) We used to walk dreamlike To the lake The one with all of the lightning bugs We'd wait until our vision was washed with their light and then we'd Wade in until our muddy hearts were soaked with moonwater and then we'd Lean back our heads until the water (filled with the stars and the sleeping fish) poured into our ears Muffled the night And then we'd Float In the reflection o

You and me Were (made for) lightning and laughter In a crackling summer Quick and crisp Mischievous misfits Sending hot hopes In columns of smoke And bonfire breaths Your hand And My hand Fit together like glue And anything that sticks to glue Not meant to be But somehow it doesn't matter (we found each other anyways) And beginnings are easy It's saying Goodbye (please, please don't forget me) That makes our strong bodies ache And our lion hearts tremble And makes me think How autumn is a funny time of year because I can never imagine what it's like Until I'm right in the middle of it Like wading through A half-fo

One hundred years from now The paint we picked out Will be seven shades different, Or old bricks made wise By some graffiti prophet. The note you hid in my mittens – All I dream about anymore Is the ocean And you (But mostly just you) – Will be drifting through dream-catchers and Those sapling hopes with Roots tangled like our fingers and Branches trembling with the vastness of our memories Will be driftwood adventures Nodding off with the tides But I know in this heart of mine That the smooth-bark-rain-soaked Beech Tree You planted for me (there's a swing on it now) Will still be there And it will remember wha

When our weathered soles wander where the Pale ocean drips into dusk, I remember the time we waded into the dawn Stayed afloat, so heavy with sleep, So we could watch the creeping crabs kiss the cool sea stones Feel sweet coconut milk in our veins as the sleepy sea anointed us Salt stained baptisms Caught in the crimson crescendo of the morning sun. Then we were just palm trees with bed head Dreaming of adventure under the trade winds But now we are the shell soaked sands that Only see sunlight through veiled eyelids. They say age is but a number But no one taught my bones to count (Though yours seem to know how) So maybe I'l