ForeverIsLimited

I can feel grass growing All along the insides Of my skin and my mouth and in-between my toes and I think that The inside of my heart must look like A garden and I think that When I hold just still enough I can feel petals and Leaves and things Tickling my lungs and maybe even My liver And I just Wanted to thank you For taking the time To plant them all

Intimacy isn't Your skin on my skin While you Breathe into me; No. That's all just Backseats and front seats and Half an hour before curfew and Realizing how complicated belt buckles are; That's all That is. While intimacy is Being barefoot in front of you Because my toes move like lips and eyebrows And wrinkle like the bridge of your nose While intimacy is Yawning without covering your mouth Making wishes out loud Singing somewhere other than the shower and admitting what song reminds me of You; And so Even though I've got a hand on your buckles And my tongue on your throat, Don't expect to catch me without my socks

Her name was Alice and I was very much in love with her; I always had been, and I always would be. She was beautiful, in her own way, and quiet as the wind's knocking knuckles against a window. She didn't smile as often as I wish she had, and her laugh was like a volcano erupting; loud and unexpected. She read more poetry than she wrote and painted her toenails red but refused to wear open-toed shoes. She never, never, never broke a promise. "Do you believe in fate?" She asked me, lying on her side and watching me carefully, a blade of grass between her teeth. "What do you mean?" I answered with a question and she didn't smile, just stared

"Do you think that Snowflakes are afraid to fall? I'd be Terrified To jump like they do." I wonder if she Really means that she's afraid To love me, too I wonder if she Really means that she's afraid To fall in love, again I wonder if she Knows that My arms are so wide open That if I stretch any further I'd break "No, I think That they catch one another." And I think I'll catch you, too When you're ready to fall

This is a letter. Dear You,  It isn't a love letter. A flowery confession would be easy No, not flowery—but a confession, all the same It is a recipe, I think Two tablespoons regret One ounce bitter Mostly it's pathetic— You don't know me like you used to So maybe you can't hear/feel/see What's going on behind all of these vowels So, (for mostly Old Time's sake.) I'll tell you I am On my knees On my stomach My forehead to the floor I am Crying into the carpet Praying into my hands Pleading and begging too quietly for you to hear I am So sorry I could write four books on the ways I am sorry Everything

She says that it stars out with One. Or two. threefourfive. (pop, pop, pop.) And down with a slurp It's dizzy and it's maybe a little bit fuzzy. but, whatever it is, sigh, "Oh, God," she says, "whatever it is, it's better than what really is." And so it goes Pop! Pop! One, two, four... seven Things are turning Most everything is churning And she's got her head in her hands And she's shaking And she's laughing And I think she might be crying And then And then She looks up and she says to me, "One day, no special day, you look down, and you see that you're holding seven different rainbows in the palm of your hand." "Bu

Cross my heart and hope to die, right? I pinky promise, I won't tell Whisper some more, in my ear Tell me everything you think I want to hear. I'm the monster underneath your bed; Hungry for your secrets, fingernails, and toes Covered in nail polish and perfumes, Why don't you Pull the covers up, just a little bit further Everybody knows, that if you can't see me Then I can't see you Let's talk morbid, let's talk God and religion Let's talk about the better sex and the creepy crawlies beside your bed Let's talk war! Let's talk famine! Now, now, let's not pretend you can't hear me. Tell me a story. Tell me you're sorry. No, n

Have you ever heard of lucid dreaming? Give me your hand Just like the night before And the night before that And probably tomorrow night And let me whisper Everything you need to hear Into your ear; And let me weave things spun sweet Over your skin and let it keep you warm And when we come to the place Where you wake up crying Instead of turning to me And watching me break you down with my bare hands Why don't you pull me close? Why don't you pull me close? And kiss me as sweetly as your childhood And why don't you try to know Everything you could mean to me Let me kiss you back As sweetly as you deserve.

One. Light up, light up Cherries brighter than the sun Hotter than anything we've ever had The second one Just before the sun Slid in-between the frown of a game machine Even though we both know those things are rip offs Two Three No hello and no goodbye Just one nice, long drag OneTwoThree. Turn around so you don't have to see The sun not waving hello to you And make love to a lighter Fall asleep with it still burning That makes four Sleep until Something scratches at the roof of your mouth It might be me It'll be five, six before you know it Seven Eight Nine Ten Must be that damn woman again Wish I knew her name Act