Kismet and Other Declensions by Jenn Ayers
he said that (he loves me)
and I said it back.
suddenly the anti-gravity of a first kiss
was a billboard sign of neon flashlights
all over my lips and all over your silence,
and I felt
brand new, smiling hydroplanes at you.
we joined hands and simultaneously
into the orchestrated accident scene of
falling in love.
everything has a sharpened edge now
(you're a photograph, with pockets full of stars)
everything has the rhythm of your heart
(I had my head on your chest and that was when I fell in love).
you call me beautiful
and I say to myself that you are movement
I follow I follow), and all I can do is hold your hand
hoping you will understand you're the breath in my lungs, so
you're over there
and I'm still over here
not breathing. somehow that's okay,
these round veins are running with the color of laughter
your laughter. because when you're with me
we know how to be happy together.
I think it's unusual, don't you?
it's unusual that
love isn't just butterflies in my stomach,
but sometimes it's electricity playing tag in your skin after a kiss.
love isn't just a touch and goosebumps,
sometimes it's the widescreen TV or blue comfy couch for your heart.
love isn't just a silent emotion
but the static in your smiles when you're both thinking about each other from far away.
you call me 'love' and I am standing in the attic of your mouth
kissing the pink,
counting the times we held hands since we met
counting the times I have fallen in love with you
wondering if you do the same
your blue eyes are blankets and
I am laying on your chest, and I think you can feel me,
my hands pressed against your heart, inside your rib cage.
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