you kissed me like the
sun kissed the waves that
day, dancing off
of the ripples as the air
grew stale and brisk
and the way
the mist floated in
hauntingly from the mainland
and the lights flickered
on behind us, all down
the dock. spotlights just for
us to match the stars that wreathed
the velvet sky. and when
i had pulled away to say
whatever nonsense would
bubble from my lips i saw
your eyes, just two shades
lighter than the sea, flicker
with a feeling i never dreamed
of seeing in them and i
realized
you didn't feel
the way my brain
had twisted you,
haunting my brain so
dauntingly insecure, wringing
my words in my mind to wire
me, to make me feel
as if i didn't
have a chance with
you. and i was wrong.
because what i saw in
your eyes was what i
felt in my heart when
you walked by with your
floppy brown hair
and your gaze like the sea
lapping lightly against
waiting ankles,
and i know you're
in love with me more
than the sun
loves the moon and
the sea loves the shore
and the mountain
loves the sky and i
love you.
YOU ARE READING
pressed flowers
Poetryshe had heard too many stories of people being broken and bent like wire, so she became a violet pressed between yellow pages of a well-worn book.
