Tuesday, March 9, 2010

feeling like a child
meeting at a central location on bicycles
bare knees and bare feet
whispering beneath a plastic slide
when we speak in these wild open tones
it feels exciting
i hope i'm not placing too much hope
on your slender little frame
it's so exotic to have another body
inside this car
empty for miles and hours
escaping and returning to looming shadows of skyscrapes
i hope i'm not placing too much pressure
on your slender fingers
writing out each lengthy message
about color palettes of paintings
or the ways that vonnegut has affected ourselves
so selfishly waiting on your overflowing response
getting hard at everything that you say
i hope i'm not placing too much of me
inside of you
needing to tell you my anxiety at 3 am

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