Your lips

“ She is eating butterflies when she dreams of you.

They trickle down her throat and taste like your lips, and every square inch on her body becomes the feel of your fingertips connecting her to the dots that create silhouettes of your bodies. ”

“ Some days I want to scream with the wonders of life, the slice of the blue sky, a small brown bird’s chirp goodbye, a slim freckled shoulder beneath a pale silk dress.

But some lone, long nights, I want nothing more than to curl beneath the blanket, close my eyes, and die. ”

“ I want to start slow, ease my way into the shallow waters of your memory, deeming early I was not ready to plunge headfirst into the ocean of your ghost. ”

“ I love the way light shines on top of the water, floating like diamonds atop the muddy water, like jewels adorning an unworthy soul.

There is a piece of you in me. Just like there is a piece of sky in the sea. ”