non-inocent fanitisies


(based off of some true stuff, and the rest is fabricated by want) 

i bury my head in your hair
like i want to live in it
and wrap my arms around your stomach
pulling your warmth closer to me
if i could i think i would stay like this forever
just you 
me 
and the soft sea of blankets
that entangles our legs
and covers our heads in a tent of safety 
hair falling in my eyes
it's been too long between trims
but you don't seem to care
hands intertwined
and your breath warming my face
nose to nose
hazel on brown 
our eyes meet
love i will never forget
that evening with the open champagne bottle
and curiosity too vast to be contained any longer
nervous swallowing of words
and bitting of tongues as we danced around the kitchen 
making sure the kale doesn't burn 
and trying to get the flour off the ceiling 
that accidentally got flung up there
when i dumped all five cups into the cake batter 
when the mixer was at half speed
falling into each other
i want to lean in
and kiss you
but im afraid i might ruin the moment 
so i just lose myself in your eyes
noticing the tiny specks of dust
floating through the air
and dancing around your eyelashes
you're so close. . . 
but yet, my fear makes you feel a thousand miles away
i just want to pull you closer 
but i don't
you pull me towards you
i smile in my sleep.
this dream is too good to be real. . . 
but i hold onto it anyway. 

 

Inkpaw

VT

17 years old

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    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


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