You take my hand and I shyly
wrap just my pinky
Around your hand
Trying not to overcommit
I know the way I look at you is noticeable
And I try not to let it bother our friendship
The way my face turns red makes you smile.
We’re walking past our entire
First grade class
You want to tell me something
I wonder what it is; trying to stay cool.
you don’t have to answer
Your grip kind of tightens
You’re still gentle
I learn not to say anything
It’s not that I don’t trust you
I want you to like me.
A color never looked so good on anyone
My eyes red, steaming
I have patches of blue and darker red
On my arms
On my legs
My face is still red from the moment you held my hand
This time you smiled.
I never blushed again.
I’m holding my own hands
Over my pitted stomach
Walking back to our first grade class
You told everyone you came for help,
I took a deep fall and you’re so worried
You kissed my cheek and wiped my tears.
My face turned red as I looked at you
And everyone giggled.
a secret feeling
i only want to tell
lush, rushed hushes
the opposite of noon.
jet light icing
our skin into mountains
silky milky alps
I'm into you.
Split by lips
Writing our story
Couple of drunk fucks
Stuck in a rut.
Flut and shake
All our mistakes away
I'm a mess too
I pinch the butt into an hourglass
Time spent with you
The witching hour suits us well.
I roll in the night as the current hugs my left side at 60mph
And debris is in my eye, but so are you
My nurse of love
Just because you don't know how to use me doesn't make me useless.
A foreigner of humanity
On the frontier of something better.