and i don't ever want to wake up from this dream. this vivid mess of my pounding heart, and shaking limbs. you are the wind, and i am but i tree dancing about with your slightest caress. kissing me with soft whispers, and between covers and blankets. your dialated pupil is a universe i want to fall into. the curves of your smile, i only hope to rest a while, singing you to better thought, and petting your face like i did when we first met. and we, we are so stupidly baby happy to the cd i made you, if i could turn the pulled of thread from your blanket into a kite string to let us fly, i'd be blue with your sky. and we would never return, and i would love you like i could never ever love a human soul, and we'd have the silly married life we pretended to have a few moments ago, when i would read, and you would grab my leg, and we'd have sex with white comforters, and roll around. and i'd make you pancakes in the morning and coffee you wouldnt drink, and you would just have to give me sunday breakfast in bed, cus you too would love me like you have never loved another human soul, and we'd be full and whole with love, just like we were full with breakfast. and we'd never stop winking at eachother, and you would stll grab my ass like it was top secret. we were 3,5,6,14,16,30, and 70 years old today i lived my whole damn life with you and loved every minute of it. nothing in this world, in my dreams was more real than you holding my face kissing my cheeks and forehead, and telling me to never forget you. and how could i forget you? how my romeo, my blanket prince, my youniverse, could i forget you?and when i leave back to michigan, and finish school i will come back to you, and no matter where you are or who you're with i will love you. and we will be kite strings.

i mean what would your ideal life be? what were your plans with me? i want toknow. please tell me

in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self

“somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can’t imagine real flowers for if I

could,they would somehow
not Be real”
(so he smiles
smiling)”but I will not

everywhere be real to
you in a moment”
The is blond
with small hands

“& everything is easier
than I had guessed everything would
be;even remembering the way who
looked at whom first,anyhow dancing”

(a moon swims out of a cloud
a clock strikes midnight
a finger pulls a trigger
a bird flies into a mirror)

~e.e cummings

my very most favorite poet, for the most amazing person.
when the two trains collide, it would be something of the clock striking midnight, the moon swimming out of a cloud, all we're left to do.. is be happy.
and the stars, are smiling down on us. because they are wise, and they know, they know so much more than we do. they've been seeing and dying much longer than we will ever have the chance to. but i will always have that moment, i will always remember 'how who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing' how would i be the one to know you we're thinking someone is going to marry that girl.

you are my smiling star, and the pebble at my feet.

"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume." Left with the same questions as you, what fire and powder are we left to consume? With every kiss what fate would have us? obviously, something worth the while. It would have to, there's nothing in this world that could tell me more than my own heart. but, then what does that say? You see my open affection, as it envelopes me beautifully, casting a dream over life, unseen like the air we breath. And if i chose to feel these things...
"What ’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.' Don't you see whats happening? I could pretend to others, but the lies stop when i look to you. Your eyes, warm, and soft away from others trying to peak inside. you cast a light upon me, i am not alone with you.. i know. It's discombobulatingly wonderful, bewildered as this fate, [you] have come upon me like a fever. i can only look to this situation with crazy kitten eyes, would you stop with your string? it's enticing me as you well know. oh, but please don't stop. should there be so much to say? I could just fold you in the corners of my smile, as to eternally hang on these gestures of words. As i did, as I do when i read or hear of anything you say. about how you’re looking oh so lovely, patiently how you smile. i can feel your eyes on mine, as if the sun had once again kissed my body. scorched with passion is my heart, what poison you are, but so sweet, i'm living in a dream. and once again i am tingling with the warmth i feel in your soul, like you tickling my legs, or holding my face, or breathing your air, you are simply always just there. secretly, undeniably, in certainty.

"What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real." — Miranda July

~*"Give me one room to come home to.Give me the palm of your hand.
Every strand of my hair is a kite string
and I have been blue in the face with your sky,"
— Andrea Gibson, from “Maybe I Need You”