MadamSarcasm

had i the words i would give you a thousand reasons to love me had i the words youwouldnever doubt me had i the words we'd be ambrosia had i the words but i never don't so goodbye til dictionary and beyond

Stratosphere and calming banks.  When oceans war and I sink, cry out but don't save me.  Drowning never seemed so angry with you sailing the plain above. Old creeks and woods we haunted as younger ghosts.  You climbed trees like you were born for it, eating the piney fruit of yesterday with all the vibrancy of a bird native to a world that wasn't ours.  Angel in a different age. Mornings and snowflakes died faster than we could breathe, but they were there anyway to call to us in the streets or midnights, along paths and bleeding hearts when we were above reproach and a little less than god. Endless footprints on beaches we forgot.  I knew

Our hands aren't so different, yours and mine. Your breathing's harsh, mine is air. Your hair's so sun kissed, and mine's the darkest washed. Your eyes are clenched a painful tight; mine are opened impossibly wide. Your lips stumble on stark confessions; mine are drenched in the delight of deceit. We two, so opposite, fall out of count for the rest of the world. but our hands see the same Pale moonlight caress both, the milky glove, too blue light busts through to reveal we're the same, oh, you and I. wrinkles not built from time but love on our young flesh and callouses on our raisin fingers. streams of wha