#apricotmoons

[apricotmoons]

please praise my name on his lips and the humid wind that tangles my hair. I'm wondering if he tastes more like the thick sweet bite of beer or the tropical shock of lime and how dark his eyes are in this night and how much larger they seem when he's this close. closer. too close, my brokenhearted words will stretch into the spaces between your fingers and find a permanent place. I'll never forget this summer of 21 when the cicadas used to sing the same songs as you, and when they left and the raindrops on tents replaced their cry. I imagined the tepid air that holds our breaths in as reddened lips and reddened cheeks touch and I am nervous all the way to sunshine.

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[apricotmoons]

stronger together

inspired by the turtles ‘happy together’

imagine you and i, i try to dream about you every night, i cannot lie but it’s not alright to cry we’re stronger together

if i should see you there, looking divine i remember how you let me down, i lost my mind i’d try to find it but when i’m sad i rhyme we’d be stronger together

please don’t say you’re leaving me here alone for all my life

please don’t step down from your golden throne for all my life

me and you and you and me it was never just us two, there was three but Devils they’re very rarely seen we’d be stronger together

i had smoke filled lungs, a violent cough a thousand thoughts inside a skull, told to a moth you’d turn them out, now do you see we’re stronger together.

i can’t see me loving nobody but you for all my life

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[apricotmoons]

october never starts this cold, the slugs are out in droves. and if the smoke mingles and our brain chemistry is correct then why can’t we meet as one? you’re like ripping off adhesives, slowly, more painfully, and quickly, you still sting. you’re like muddy pots and samhain plots, something once thought of and never again completed.

i’m stuck with a love that can’t compete and isn’t for want of much, but it drags its smooth breath over the silver sword and cuts in deep when you bring up someone else.

who, are they to you but pawns? you forgot to cherish me, your queen who would release love into your eyelids at night  and take your scars and never once ask about the past. i know i’ll care better than her, more than her, more straight forward as her, as meaningful as her, as more intense as her...

get yourself up off the ground, it’s time to stop mourning the life you once thought you’d live. it’s here and it’s real, and it’s not and it’s me, and i can’t read the hieroglyphs on the wall to spell out why our tongues don’t twist and tangle in the dark anymore. 

[apricotmoons]

A winter wind shot through my bones. Rogue waves splashed in my lungs. Trees collided and I hollered. A thousand tales were left unsaid, a hundred nights with only twenty words to spare. Water from a crystal vase. Celtic poems in my head; the spells of Druids on my lips. This is where we live, right 'round here, where the water spills off the eaves onto the streets and grey kittens stalk colored lights on the ground. The wine of engines won't speak to the whine of waterfalls, the cries of willows.

Shake with me my boy, I want to be the fall to your spring. Love with me, my love. I want your pomegranate lips and wheat hair, your azalea touch and your songs like gold.

Rich doctors, poor thugs. Canvas and colored paints covering the wall; cardboard statues can’t hide the truth, but I don't know what it is either. Lost in dreams, lost in the intangible ether of space. Curl your fingers through mine so I know you're close and I know you're near even when we're far apart let me grace the white pages of your diary outlined in blue pen. Blue like rocks and pebbles under a bubbly stream in winter Where the wind shot through my bones And the rogue waves inundated my lungs.

[apricotmoons]

weathered hands & papercuts, we’re back at this place again. where laughter generates nightmares and the moon hides behind my sense of disgust. you are a glowing white lantern in the haunted woods and as i try to come closer you slowly fade to black. i feel it, i know it’s real and true but from you there’s nothing. just fantasy, of an ever foggy night where the southern winds blow it away to reveal a spot of stars above the trees. they reach. they yearn. and i am a cypress, arms in the wind, begging you to see me and set things free.

[apricotmoons]

maybe he could taste the desperation on my tongue, the cool way it oozed off like the way the lace slipped off my shoulder. i believed then i could swallow him whole, make him a home in my heart. but he had other plans. while we noiselessly rocked together in the dark i was dreaming of blue skies and bluer oceans with no bounds; and he was counting down the hours till we’d part. i need you like smoke hits my lungs: heavy at first, dripping. then fully embracing, enveloping. then so fleetly flying, disappearing. how i hate to watch you both fade naked into the wind.

[apricotmoons]

and the marijuana tasted like the church on stuffy Sundays, mourners locked inside, striking confessions from their breasts with mighty tongues. a choir, a choir, a million decaying angels sing thee to thy rest. it’s all nonsense words, this fiddle-faddle when i just want to tell you what i mean but i can’t wrap my teeth around the right words to explain how eloquently exquisite you are, you are like a diamond, you are, you are. i’m bleeding words, baby, sittin’ here, just for you. how can i tell you the butterflies you give me turn me into a stone each time i look into your eyes and yours meet mine and those snaky tendrils reach down and grab in your skin in all the places i yearn to kiss? there’s a wall, a force, like the one they pray to, pagan god of love, strike me in the heart with thine arrow, free me of the frozen fear stone grip i so often find myself trapped in. let the smoke mix with the alcohol and let the tobacco numb my tongue so i may reach the smallest hand through the cracks to brush your arm, once. (all i dare.)

[apricotmoons]

slow dancing in the dark

arms a tangle of legs i’m blind and i’m following your breathing. the drumbeats of your heart are keeping rhythm as we drift along a black expanse lifted up on diamond shores. and all i can taste is your skin and all i can want is your more