Tell me what the hood of your truck feels like.
I think i want to melt into warm metal.
I think I want to look at the stars so much
that my love for constellations
causes them to tremble.
I think I want the sky to fall on me.

Tell me that that is a kind of love.

See us sitting in a field,
flannel blanket amidst wild flowers.
You murmur about life’s imperfections and I laugh a garden.
We entwine under an indigo sky
and there are vines connecting with pinpoints of life.
I think I want to root into earth.
I think I want the soil to take our fingerprints
twist our DNA
until we are nothing more than dandelion fluff
and children are wishing on the fantasy of us.

Tell me that that is a sign of blooming.

Tell me we can be something
under a dark sky
amidst swaying stems.
Tell me that summer is more than just “I think”
and “are wishing”.
Show me more than
“kinds” and “signs.”

Promise me
that we, too, can be wonderful.


Intricacies: 1

Many people want you to fall in love

with the way they smile

or how their eyes crinkle in the corners

or the with the dimple in their left cheek.

But not me.

Ok, maybe me.

I am a bit of a hopeless romantic.


I want you to fall in love with how I make my mashed potatoes

into a volcano, so that when I pour the gravy in,

it spills out like lava.

I want them to know how I take my coffee:

some kind of caramel concoction with two sugars

and whole milk.

And that I like the taste of it

when it turns cold.

I hope you know how I enjoy poetry,

but suck at writing it.

And I fangirl over poets

like Carly and Violet

and when they compliment my work, or

reply to comments,

I squeal like a girl and kick my feet up.

I hope you know I’d rather curl up with a book

than watch some type of sport with you,

though if you were to play it,

then I’d enjoy watching every second of it.

Watching the way your body twists and bends with effort.

And if you were willing to teach me,

the rules,

the fouls,

the strategy of the game

I’d be willing to learn.

And on those lines, I want to learn how to play Assassin’s Creed,

any of the four that are out presently,

I just don’t have the equipment.

These are just a list of a few of the stupid things,

that would make me fall in love with you.

This is just me touching base,

without even mentioning humor, because that deserves its own post.

Falling in love with you,

would not be a burden,

but rather a balloon.

And I will float away,

even if it means becoming caught among the branches.

If only to know that I caught a glimpse of what my world would be like,

with someone like you.