wishing you would whisper through the woods at me
taking my wrist and wrapping your veins around mine
soul entwined only to the idea
losing all mental stability on a day that is rainy
and grainy
but sweet;
throwing your smiles at the wall until they stick,
people with gaunt cheekbones and high-pitched voices
don't know what i know
but what do i know
well
sometimes we talk about it
but only with our eyes,
feeding a feeling that was born in summertime,
your allusion
my confusion
still,
i hold onto
a half-winged flight
and the darkest pair of bright eyes
routinely ruminating
choosing reflection
flirting with rejection
ever circumventing my affection...
you, friend,
are sapphire skinned
and all too true.
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