I wished upon your eyelash,
and the world was molten silver.
You are my form of cardiac repair.
I wallowed in the deep pools of your eyes
as you played with my hair.
When I blew away the eyelash
with it went much more.
Every trace of reluctance,
and every scent of fear.
I suddenly felt like I was
I suddenly felt like I was
simply
here.
Instead the air became enchanted with the smell of rain on tarmac
and your washing powder.
This feeling we felt
seemed addictive to me,
so another eyelash you tore.
You laughed and I smiled
because I knew, for me, you’d tear a thousand more.
I hate it when I can’t see you.
When a cloud covers your face
in perfect lighting.
The lightning
shocked me.
You looked at me different.
That was rude.
I hate it when I can’t see you.
When a cloud covers your face
in perfect lighting.
The lightning
shocked me.
You looked at me different.
That was rude.
When I wished upon your eyelash
and of gravity we were rid,
what you didn’t know
was that I wished this moment would last forever.
But what you do know,
is that it did.