Thiefs, Painters & The Universe

You are making eyelash imprints across my back with your fingertips as you move through me. We end our nights out of breath and sprawled across and under sheets that have the three-day-old proof of the hours we steal to be here. These are the lullabies I fall asleep to. As I start to dream I feel you writing words with your fingertips and painting pictures with your lips. I worry when I’ll have to sing you my Siren’s song for the last time. My sun is yellow in May and yours burns too red in August. The Universe has other plans for us. When I leave I'll keep pieces of your lullabies with me, always.

“What makes you happy? What do you want? Tell me Everything.” -Leo

Threads of me are stretching across a muddy sea of thoughts. A sea on a side of the world I’ve never been. I’m in limbo. What do I want? Bare feet, dancing, the taste of tequila on my lips, and laying next to a fire on hard sand, the taste of you. “You’re the honey and the moon” is playing in my head, and I never want to leave here. I could stay here with you, you know? I’m playing make-believe. You’re a gypsy and I’m just a runaway for the night. I could never follow you, you roam too long and far. For the next seven days I’ll pretend I’m going with you and when I crawl back into my nest on the colder side of the moon I’ll swim in these moments with you as I drift into honey-moon filled dreams. I cross my fingers, arms and toes that you’ll meet me there one day when there’s nowhere left for you to roam.

Sisterhood of the Traveling Turtle

"You confuse nurturing men with men that let you use them as a doormat", she says. Most people would feel critisized by this but it's the only way I know how to hear honesty and the only way she knows how to tell me. In an ironic stream of events we became good friends. When I met her I thought it'd be the last time, my sun is in taurus and hers in pisces. Not to mention our first meeting ended with me kissing a stranger on a washer machine and her yelling at a boy for being in jail. I'm sure both of our parents in witnessing this would've found the other to be corruptive. Yet, here I am in a locked bathroom hanging onto every word of the assessment she's making. She has dark hair, red lips and pulls it off better than any line up of latin celebrities-think Eva Mendez. She's the only person that can tell me brutal truth in a tiny bathroom and have me leave with a smile on my face. When I'm torturing myself over jealousy and confusion you bring me back down to earth and pass me a drink. I love you all the way to moons, stars and turtle constellations.