soul one.
my words like porcelain
crashing against the booth in this late-night restaurant,
against the frontseat of my car.
my words like fragile glass
slicing you in half
(and in half again.)
i'm quiet inside
soul crouched low, hiding in the downtown light
a soul afraid of the dark
& chasing your smile in circles around the table.
*god i don't want to go home tonight*
turn it up a little:
the music
the heat
turn down this room that explodes with your beauty.
MY PORCELAIN WORDS!
-yelled from the inside-
my insignificant words that never do my thoughts any justice
my words protect us from the so-called army of darkness.
no one is going to stop us from being anywhere but here
[aspiring vagabonds]
someday i won't be afraid to call one place
home.
the rest of my life--
how could it be any better than tonight?
my chipped, glossy words,
our common addictions-
-YOU ARE MY SOUL ONE.
jesus peeking in on us from time to time
seeing how we are perfect here
with heat and music and glittering words
spiraling around our single fate.
resting on my subtle eyemake-up, on your black tattoos.
we are perfect here.
self & soul,
((soul one.))
home.
fairy tales.
brightest sunday.
