I have forgotten /
the feel of fingertips on /
8YO: “I want to be a Minecraft modder or a drummer when I grow up.”
5YO: “I want to be a pet nurse, a rock star, a ballerina, or a gymnastics.”
did someone paint the /
sky today, then I wonder /
am I only ink
nothing, you remain /
when everything else cascades /
from my open hands
themorningview said: My favorite one to date
don’t dive into me /
with the expectation to /
find your atlantis
I ruminate on /
omnipotence like a leaf /
swivels in the sun
I’m fairly certain intergnomes exist.
there is a blue hue under your skin
that sings like an ocean.
when i paint your face, i draw in
waves instead of your wrinkles,
a horizon instead of dimples.
there are underwater secrets in
your hands, the way you slip
out of mine, the way your eyes
drift away from time to time.
i have horrible dreams of drowning,
and you floating away, continents
between us. 10,000 feet under you
and you’re still so far from my skin;
touching coasts i have never seen.
hey man /
don’t be the fish /
climbing her tree