I want the extras
Cheeky smile in the morning,
Black florals on your skin,
Tongue in my mouth that isn’t mine,
Hold me in your grace,
Sing deep silence in my neck, let it become moans you cherish,
Your voice flows in my blood, makes me an angel with no bones.
“It’s all in your head.”
“Yep, just like everything else I experience.”
When you feel unloved,
let the wind run through your fingers and wash away that notion that you are unworthy.
I think of you often and love you with a sincerity that is out of character.
Bird black eyes follow me dot to dot to dot. Unfurl heaven feathers in a real place, clipped to bodies with quick-paced hearts that live a short but lofty lifetime.
Snow-studded sycamore with a bird in, with a brain in, with a soul in.
How lucky are we with souls in the trees above us and the air around,
with souls in the soil beneath us and the flesh among us.