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“thinkin bout you that night felt like a dream” you felt like a dream I was between you and the dock and you were between me and the stars and that was all I could see you and the shimmer of the cosmos and it was a wonder how little of it all mattered the night was all beauty and wonder and our bodies pressing the dregs of summer the sky swam in the water with us when we slipped out our clothes and into the endlessness that was the river swallowing us whole all perfect and pure no questions just free people floating and we weren’t in love but there was love in the breath in our lungs and in the waves as they licked the shore and in your mouth on mine love for the moment love for the act of being alive and seizing the life in our bodies

there’s not supposed to be any heart in this game this is summer lovin fun I am supposed to be keepin my hands clean of any thing like wondering about where your heart is roosting or whether you feed it or whether it’s all caged up or whether you care what mine thinks of you my bird heart is not supposed to be preening for yours and I know we both got bird hearts cause you said you want to travel the world alone you said you want to meet the locals wherever you find yourself wandering I should not be wondering if I am simple local to you I should be simple local to you something to take a picture of before continuing down the river bird of paradise girl and I’ll admit to wanting that I’d like to be the prettiest bird you ever see in this city I’m not supposed to want anything else

I'm secretly happy I stumbled upon this blog. You're doing an A+ job!

I used to fantasize about the existence of a never ending hole huge and full of nothing but darkness and wind and freedom big enough to jump into and fall forever fall so long I forget that anything can touch me so long I forget that anything exists outside of the air licking me and if I felt lost I fantasized company someone to do backflips with and laugh silent cause the air grabbed the sound and held it if I didn't I was happy I was a child and this was all I dreamt about endless wind and air and dark and abandon I am no longer a child I wish that freefalls would consume my dreams just one more week

Hey folks I’m still alive and workin on some more poems. I just wanted to thank alllllll of you (the number of people reading my stuff still boggles my mind) for stickin around. So Thanks. That was the point of this. Also hope all of you are having a nice night and havin some wonderful new experiences. Love you and eternally grateful

I just started using tumblr. I mean, i made an account just a minute ago and your page popped on my feed right away. I m amused and addicted by this already. Your work is great✨

you’ve taken the ice between your teeth felt it slide over your tongue slip down your throat it sits just past the part where your esophagus breaks it bobs up and down with the beat of your heart it freezes your breath in your chest and it wraps long barbed fingers around the people you have tied your heart to love freezes too coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold i still love you coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold touch me, feel the ice of me coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold thaw me coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold

Hi, would I be able to tag you in a quote?

hey there! I recently stumbled across your blog and I'm such a big fan of your work, it's really lovely! Anyways I was just wondering where you're from?

I am a Korean who speaks English as a language. It is my second day on tumblrs and I'm totally in love with your words! I have a habit of keeping my favorite quotes and sentences and poems in my notebook, will you mind if I can translate some of your poems in Korean and keep them in my notebook? I promise I won't share them with anyone, but of course I won't do it without your permission. ;) love from far east

The pants I’m wearing are pants I sewed myself that is both metaphor and physical reality and the explanation of that does not detract  from the worth of it  the pants are no more or less beautiful because I admit to taking the time to touch them until they hugged me just right the metaphor is the same lighting up the room I sit in will not make it smaller touring all the corners pawing through the layers of clothes on the floor won’t strip the paint art is no different my art is no different

The sun is wrapping its arms around my shoulders I can feel it squeezing it is burrowing its light into my pores filling my bones with it the light heaping into them like sugar does in a spoon on a tongue down a throat this poem has turned into me swallowing a star taking it for my own slipping its glow behind my own teeth with purpose a conquering maybe if I eat enough it will start to seep out my irises reaching like hands grasping at other people their eyes their bones their light I sure do like the way it tastes