maelynslavik

The trees talk,

you know?

They talk and if you listened

you would know,

they whisper

like kindergarteners

who can't stand straight in lines

but they can jump straight

I.

A small brush of fingers,

Biting your lips to stop a smile,

Choking on the words,

Dancing late under streetlights,

Everything could change with one slip,

Find my waist, feel my heartbeat,