I'll
watch your body and find it's language... I'll make pictures in your head...
I'll make lips curl and eyes close... find a trinket and throw it in the trash...
make you touch things in the air that you weren't supposed to... kiss the sky,
drink the wine... let you wish that kisses were meant to be made of concrete
and words were meant to be true loves...I'll sew patches of bubbles that break
and let you fall into my arms laughing and crying...
The
Poetry of FallingStarAshes.
