March 09, 2006
he's a few of my favoite things
He’s like splashing into a cool pool on a sweltering day, he’s like finding socks from the night before in your bed when your feet are freezing, he’s like a Christmas wreath made of gift bows, he’s like waking up to warm kisses, he’s the blue glow of the TV on closed eyelids, he’s like a frozen pineapple whip, he’s the third grade stutter, he cant wait to see me, he’s the taste of salt and cologne, He’s like wool tights on a windy day, he’s like my first pair of pink Pointe shoes, he’s like coarse ground pepper, he’s like the sound of a metal bat hitting a baseball, he’s calloused hands, he’s like a snow cone made from Baileys and real snow, he’s like pumpkin season, he’s like somersaults and cartwheels inside, he’s big lips and bad taste, he’s like a field full of daffodils, he’s like listening to slow jams on the radio late at night, he endures my failures and shortcomings, he’s like crunchy taquitos and messed up hair, he’s the feeling you get in your stomach on the pirate ship rollercoaster, he’s like getting off an airplane, he’s the samba, he’s like rocky road ice cream or meatloaf, he’s like the first line, he’s like a good Halloween costume, he’s like nothing and everything at the same time, he’s the dolphin you see the in clouds, he’s fresh sea air, fuck he’s the love flavored cigarette……..don’t let it be not now, not yet.
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2 comments:
lol
he, for me, is never like that. so sad.
Rio, he's lucky to be written about that way. Stand up and call him lucky.
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