lend me your body: your thick bones and the soft machinery of your heart. I’m composing music to the flutter of your eyelashes. every blink as loud as footsteps on porcelain. do you know I’ve been holding on to the way you ruin me. do you know you could never love the pain in to nothing, or the fear into autumn twilight. do you know. 

so share with me the warmth of skin while my head’s in the clouds. I’m not asking for forever, just a little piece of what your emotions could spare. the way my life ties in to yours: the carnation of fingers twirling phone cords too tight, or the pink scream of laughter and thrill of river jumps. lend me the smell of skin: the kiss of grass wiping laziness from your smile.

there are embers are caught in my hair like a dark cloud swallowing the stars, I won’t let the night end until we’ve dislodged the childhood glee stuck in our throats. chipping ivory from the empty sky until our fingers are silver, and on each other’s lips. this night carries with it the strange and ugly. this night has carried our silence for too long. every step we take is a love note to the moon. 

before the morning rises, he leaves a constellation for the sun:’ be careful of those kids. they’ve got dreams mightier than towers. promise to love them for me. some day they’ll burn us out’.