my goodness.

goodness. 

my heart.

words i never want to repeat. i didn't know this is how it would be. you're an anomaly in nature, you're silence when the sound is on. you're a cherry stem, marfa lights, the escapist nature of the taos hum. you ever hear yourself
laugh and catch yourself falling in love? i've never
been here before. definitely didn't think it would be
this lenitive - i feel like a hundred spring suns are all pointed at me in every direction. i feel that if i wanted too, i could jump and catch a cloud, and win you some sort of carnival gift because of it. . i want to be honest with you. in the most
inopportune times i uncomfortably get captivated/get swallowed into an entirely different dimension
into your eyes and there's a glimmer that shines/think combining luciferase and photoproteins
and i activate it by telling you i love you, and it has
to be past 10pm and we both have to be exhausted
and the most vulnerable versions of ourselves. it's a field of bioluminescent bulbs each bursting innately.
it rips away at me. it violently wrestled away at the parts infiltrated by ghosts. that inhabit houses i was too scared to evict them from. it's a hurricane that washes it all away. now i know why they call it the eye of the storm. now i know why when you sleep, i can't wait till you open your eyes again.
it's a feeling of wanting to drown everything that lives in me. i, want to let you love me. learn to love you like
you should be loved. hug you like invasive kudzu
in abandoned city slums. abdícate the silliness, advocate
for real. cross aside your palisades you built once upon a time. i want to feel you multiply, and celebrate you.
your accolades and purple vibes in acid rain hues. i'm not colorblind to summer accents you personify. you're my spectrum lover. we operate in frequencies that's undiscovered. if the constant is change, then i want to change the ways i love you right. you- mummify the bandages you superglued to keep it quiet. here to slowly kiss your salted wounds- my lips synge the flesh to cauterize. you double dose syringed to wash away the trauma tides. we zombify our demons- stashed and closed until they come alive. a snapshot between you and i, are the rendezvous on thursdays - we'd stare into each other's eyes. you're rain in my desert- you give me hope for what's going to happen. it's butterscotch, drippy tannins, and sucralose - it's a feeling i can't disclose when examined.

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