Saturday, January 17, 2015

SUCH A PRETTY MESS

All day long you
ran wild inside of me,
throwing pillows and peeping
around corners, knocking down
my dreams from the pantry shelves
and my unthought thoughts
from where I had them neatly stacked.
Now I come home
and there is nothing but you,
everywhere you.

Is it any wonder
that I want you? I want you
to lean back and lie still.
I’m going to clean up
the mess you’ve made of me.
I’m going to restack my thoughts
all around you, all over you.
I’m going to feed you my dreams
and dreams are a messy food,
my love… a messy food.
Peregrine @ Your Eyes Blaze Out

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