Saturday, April 22, 2017


Wild eye blond kind
when it comes time
it has become time
I won't flinch
or blame
While salt breaks crumble
awake still stumbling across
half baked hopes escaped
for the most part anyway
palms wave saved for sunny seasoned day tripping
still the dead roam beside
inside us

I will remember the kisses
Not so amazing
that one once first pushed lip plush

Apart of mine will hold tight to apart of you
book read
fancy pants
well together behind letters never sent

It will always be like this
Or else the trajectory blindsides me sideways
Intrigued on someone infinitely interesting

I will hold my breath

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