jehnner

Heart beats, hand shakes, eyes shift. Moments blur; delicate glances caught in the time rift. Breathe in wisps of air and spice when you blink just once, then twice. Vermillion thoughts pinch; scarlet and persimmon, too. Glass and freckles- hunching shoulders- compliment you. Truth and water go together while your eyes entice. But bury away- ice is safer, safe is always ice.

The sky was the color of paste. Your lips had no taste. Under the tree that could not be, we sashayed with hyperbole. I asked with pleading eyes to see through my disguise. Warm fingers pressing down against your darling frown. Pale limbs alone in sight, I soon gave up the fight. You press against my heart and the pain both stops and starts. Are you an apparation? Are you a fabrication? I lie in wait, for I'm not sure. He answered me in metaphor.

When I first heard you speak, unbidden images came to my mind. Images of long limbs touching and hands and faces and maybe smiles, in fact, yes, definitely smiles. I thought that perhaps we could fall for each other as those arms and legs could fall and tumble every which way. You spoke in jumbled sentences; words as messy as your hair, as our hypothetical limbs. And as we laughed together, later that day, running from nothing, running just to run, you grabbed my hand and we shouted with childish joy as we fell and rolled. You grabbed my hand and we ran and skipped and panted. You grabbed my hand and