Paperbacks (about the boy)
You are a lopsided
smile
Rainy day movies, lines
on the windows
The color in my cheeks
Your eyes opening
beside my head
You are the air moved
by dancers
You make babies breath
sprout from the soil
You carve the night out
of piano keys
You are the folded
pages of books
The ones I’ve read a
thousand times
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In the garden (about the girl)
I liked you better when you were young and dark haired
Face folded in the pages of a book
Rotting on a shelf
Your skin like sand lit by sun
I miss the valleys we made
I miss the green
I miss your long legs and feet on morning floors
I miss that house
Big and drafty, smelling like India
Gardens full of lions and grass above my head
I miss wet vegetable slices in sticky hands
And days that have passed
More here:
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If you like any of them, let me know pretty prease.