i keep your name
on the tip of my tongue
like the sweet bubbles
i had on new year's eve.you are so beautiful -
and that is not even the best about you.i saw you with your little brother, one night,
you picked him up and hugged him tight
he smiled and laughed and hugged you tighter.it looked like home,
a world drenched in honey,
like when i'm with you alone.you are so beautiful -
it scares me.i'm forever a child looking out the window
curled up, thinking you'll one day be there
urging me to run to you -
lips upturned, arms wide open,
where i am welcome.in the dream only i know about
you have your head in my lap,
you feel my hands on your head
and we stay that way and it ends there.i think of you as the half bottle of prosecco
i had on new year's eve;
a trail of gunpowder lit by the match you hold
ever so lightly between your fingers
with every glance you grant towards my eyes;then and there,
i shut them close,
and allow myself to breathe.i think of you if i don't see you
and if i won't see you again.
if i see you every saturday - sunday, or monday;
i think of you when you tell me we'll meet.it's new year's eve:
a tall glass in my wavering hand,
a bottle half full somewhere,
bubbles on my tongue - sweet, as you.