I remember lying face-to-face Breathing your breaths, Mouths open, lips joined, Breathing out as you breathed in. Our stomachs pressed, Mine rising as yours receded, Inhaling to exhaling Used air.
Or another thing, Witnessing her sleeping cheeks Stretch into her yawning, I love you, Good morning grin. If you saw it, you'd know. Anyone would feel lucky then.
I remember lying face-to-face Breathing your breaths, Mouths open, lips joined, Breathing out as you breathed in. Our stomachs pressed, Mine rising as yours receded, Inhaling to exhaling Used air.
Featured at the top of the screen, A picture iOS has picked for me, With the words in white letters, 'For you.' Most days, that photo is of you smiling.
This morning, we walked outside And the street was covered in freshly fallen Jacaranda petals: A blanket of floppy purple snow. I complained. 'We wait all year for these flowers, And they're gone in a week.'
Crossing Maine in his minivan in the dark To a town called Bath, We never knew what to say to one another. We pass lighted lobster shacks and outlet malls, The sound of wet tires on highway Fills in for the unspoken words.
I loved when you kissed me When I gave you pineapple. That makes her cry. When we lean in to nuzzle, Blinded in collapsing cotton folds Of blue knit tent, We bump foreheads Before finding lips.
Some silence set in and she said, 'Do you ever feel that way toward some people? Like, Leigh is one of those people. When I think of her, she seems so human That I have the softest, softest sweetness toward her, And sometimes I feel that way with strangers.'
All weekend, she's been telling big stories Full of hyperbole, maybe hoping, If she opens her eyes wide And gestures wildly enough, That that parade of it all might ignite me.
But this morning, When I swung sitting sideways On the edge of the bed In that space before standing, I found a big thing I had been missing: I have to remember to Be grateful for me.
She told us about rain And why the blossoms are Brighter some years. Driving, I searched for words To convey a feeling (Maybe longing), But nothing came.