23: Temporarily Untitled

I'm only doing the ones I think I can actually do at this point. :)) Wow am I lagging behind. 

20: Catching Up

i.

she curls to fit into his lines, and his curves, and the bouquet of scents that envelopes him. she could smell the salt of the sea dusting his skin, his fingers smelt like coffee and newspaper ink. under his nails, she could taste her future.

19: For A Friend

personal ads. 

18: 4/19/13

Night embraces us, all of us, and loves us in its darkness

The pool lights aren't bright enough and I can't tell who is who 

and you're just another person I haven't seen in far too long

Your shoulders feel the same though we've spent months 

and months and months apart.
I have not seen you in so long but all the
natural fluidity that was once our friendship
is still as rapturing as before and maybe.
There is no end to all our plays and pauses
and you and I are just circling each other in
complete and total admiration, locked in a state of
permanence and marriage and coming alive by the water,
coming alive under street lights, coming alive in the dead of night. 

17: Hello

sometimes almost is better than already/ sometimes almost
is good for you/ sometimes almost loves you more than
always

12: To you, finally.

My entire blog is just a bunch of day 12's collected over time. This is just making it official, I guess. 

7: Engulfed.

Lots of blue in this. :))

6: Goodbye.

I skipped day 5 because who needs that kind of stress. :)) 

I kept writing things that never got to you --
and they piled up behind the gym memberships
and seminar notifications
I complained to put it off,
maybe I would forget altogether.

4: Frank Exchange of Views

You spoke too softly the first time we met

        It was like seeing your cells before seeing your skin

You were so many fragments of so many wholes

        Now I see your all pieces in the way you become and they break me

You pushed my world off the edge of the universe

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with myself                          

You were so composed, I wondered what would tear you down

                Now I see that was something you could do yourself            

2: The Penniless Sitar Player

lies lies lies lies lies

1: carry me home

(first line from I Carry Your Heart by E.E. Cummings)