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You Are An AbyssYou Are An Abyss
love is an investigation
so i'll translate the texture
of your skin
of undiscovered worlds
eyes are galaxies
so i'll dig deeper down
through your insanity
of warehouses - of temples
life's one big puzzle
so i'll pull all your pieces
of things no one's ever seen
minds are jumbled wires
so i'll untangle yours
until i can reach
into where mountains
of twisted trees grow strong
you are an abyss
so i'll start taking eternity
to dissect and collect
little fragments of your gems
The moon is a lopsided egg tonight
Full of feathers like a pillow
Being softly caressed by the light
Of the sun - so far away - but
I'm here with you, babe, and I love
How you shine.
All the stars are ablaze a billion lives
From where your kiss sets me quietly
Down into forts made of butter knives
And laughter and love and skin.
I can't be cut now, and I really love
How we're alive.
Clouds are floating down and your
Smell's all around me and my heart
Rips out its stitches; it's not too sore.
You smile at me and so suddenly
There's warmth: nothing compares to
How it feels.
How you found me, I'm not sure, but
There's love in the ropes of our arms
And I don't mean to be this blunt
But I never thought I'd find
That thing I've needed all this time:
It was you.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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