AND SHE IS READY,
ready for the glorious lights to
bless her skin with their radiance.
she walks with the pace of a slow moving tide
and her expression cripples to dust;
she likes to think,
every once in a while.
she doesn't know what makes her heart smother its beat
or what makes her
clammy hands hide in the folds of her
ballet attire.
AND SHE IS UNSURE,
of how serenity lives on the veins in her skin
and feeds on her carelessness
when he holds her close to his side and she
feels the fog of his breath
and his constellation
and she remembers him telling her once that he had always
loved constellations,
but little did he know that he was a
little constellation of his own.
and he
grips her China fingers and
twirls her on stage.
she is unsure of the whole meaning of serenity itself, and how the world seems to
float away on cotton candy clouds
drifts far, far away
where she chases it down roads
paved with
coffee and just the right amount of
sugar.
and she's staring at his lips and she wonders,
they would taste like stardust, no? perhaps like a little bit of the moon craters?
and he
wonders that,
her lips should taste like a blooming garden, no?
because lately,
the thing he notices with girls is that
they all have gardens, but some are just a
little bit more faded than
others.
AND HE IS WAITING,
waiting for her to say something
as he lets go
and she
leaps into a beautiful move
on stage.
because her cheeks turn to
pastel pink when she looks into his eyes,
and it is absolutely
beautiful.
BUT SHE NEVER SAYS A WORD,
stumbling on words, unspoken
staggering on breaths, broken
and she can't seem to find the right words
to tell him
that he was,
kinda nice.
because his eyes dazzled her
and made her demons feel
calm and pretty
even when they were piles of gore.
because his eyes seemed to speak with hers
through
nothing but rawness
and it was,
absolutely beautiful.
the girl with the garden mind and boy with the starry eyes.
such a storm, no?
"WONDERFUL REHEARSAL,"
and they both smile,
smiles like little kid smiles that
stretch across half their faces
for thousands of
light years
and
dance at the
corners.
and he hands her another seed to
plant into the soil of her mind,
because being together will
make it grow and she'll be
twice as complete with
another
rose bush.
just as he will be twice as complete when she
buys him a telescope.
AND THEY'RE BOTH TWISTED AND LOVELY AND ABSOLUTELY SELFISH.
because when the lights sink deeper than the sun at dusk
it is over,
and she realizes that blissful moments like these,
are pretend,
and they are,
awfully unhealthy.
and she tries to say,
"I like you,"
but he's already
let go.
her lungs weep,
and her eyes crystallize,
and she's stuffing her pain in gift boxes, back and underneath,
to be best friends with the calcium in her bones because bones were made for
this.
and she's taking measured steps back
counting the breathes left in her
hurricane soul
and she's
tracing the path of her
starry heart
but it's plummeting,
and it's,
alarming.
and her hands are tangled in her
nearly flawless hair,
smoothing out the
mountain ranges,
but,
they're shaking
as if she's done something wrong.
This is what,
love does to girls.
but he's still a work of art.
and so is she.
·
July 31st, 2016
