Saturday, June 20, 2015
If I fall in love with another writer,
I might die in adjectives.
We might be too many Christmas lights.
We could write novels over minor details
& already over analyze the future.
We could fall like heavy shadows on the ground.
We might make music want to write for us.
We could be the stars spearing through the dark.
We could be sex made of sunshine & lightning.
We could curl up in each other's words
& fall deeply
for the way they're animated.
Tie me up with the
curls of the smile that I have
when I talk to you.