I blow kisses

I wrote this a long time ago and while Dave and I were in the common room, and I was without internet connection, I stumbled upon it and decided to copy and paste it. So yeah... (oh, and it has no title).


White flowing dresses in the green swaying grasses
Yellow sunlight in yellow eyes
Brings bright happiness in the unadulterated smile.
You don’t know how happy you make me when you smile back.
Fingertips graze the grazing tips of green grass.
Serene landscapes of pastel and waves ahead.
Run and hop and bees sting sensitive skin
Run swiftly to dark water with deep secrets.
White flowing dress like a bird’s wings
In a strong storm home.
Green grass whispers to the wind back in retaliation
To us.
It hurts. Don’t hurt the wildflowers, wildly whimsical.
Colors of the rainbow on a cereal box.
Red is charming, especially on cheeks.
Indigo is sweet, especially in cyanide speckled eyes.
Violet is alarming and unarming like your love.
You don’t know how sad your back is.
Blue like the wading water.
Orange like our lunch in the grass, peels, peels.
Strong legs, heart beats like a leaky faucet.
Green like my heart.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Cold noses.
Run, run, run.
Cold noses.
Buzz go the bees
White dresses swish against green swashing grasses.
Sky like glass, water like diamonds.
Jump, jump, jump.
Water cuts the sky.
Hold.
Stay.
White flowing dresses in the wallowing dark waters.
Hands and teeth and lungs grasp for air.
Swim and tantalize me. Jump hoops. Looms.
You don’t know how black your ego is;
It makes my white dress stiff with rage, bastard.