Art

As we lay naked,
You outline my body,
Your fingertips tracing,
What you call perfection.

As we close our eyes,
Your touch paints me
As a seamless drawing
You name, flawless.

a.l.c

I hope it’s you

I know one day all the things I keep inside will finally come out. I’ll be stumbling around trying to find someplace safe to put it and lock it up tight and I’ll trip face first over the mess I’ve made… I hope you catch me though. I hope you catch all of me. The tears and the secrets, the good and the bad will spill out and splatter, using our love as it’s drop mat. One day I will explode with pieces of my past and I hope you piece me back together like a puzzle you stay up late with. I hope you glue me back together with the same kisses you press on my skin after we make love. I want you to be the one to mend the parts that still hurt and to love the parts that have not been loved. I want you to be the one that knows all of me, but still falls more in love with me everyday.

a.l.c