this day was so perfect.

we could put on the same shoes and the same coats and illustrate another perfect day. what do you say?

let's watch the leaves stain the sidewalk and paint our eyes the color of the sky. we could wrap ourselves in autumn and lay our heads on what's left of summer. when we wake up in the middle of the park, we won't know how long we were sleeping. but we won't mind.

so you say

i want to hide in the volcano trees
leaves that burn my eyes
your eyes burn holes through me
and i squint to catch the sunbursts
bits of gold glimmer around your eclipses
i reminisce, instances where i get lost in you
you are all hands and lips and shoulders
mine are yours to hold
i say that all i want is for you to be unhappy.
but if you wanted,
you could hide with me in my volcano tree
where we'd sit all day and smolder
we'd glow like the fires that burn the volcano tree leaves.

some time, now.

you are the first breath
when i lay down to sleep
of lingering, mingling stress and relief
a festering, flustering hope for a dream
but i don't sleep much anymore.

you are the melody
that echoes through halls
a beat that enthralls
when my spirit starts to fall
but i don't sleep much anymore.