Our Last Night TogetherThe rain bathed us in a baptism of gossamer droplets,Our Last Night Together by Tartansweet
Diamonds on a flesh canvas too real to try and change.
The moon presided as a priest and our hands
Tied together like an afterthought of judgment.
I did not know the world beyond his arms.
Standing tall against the backdrop of a late-night
Gathering, our hearts flew through the cloudless
Haze of our souls, wingless yet still fluttering against my throat.
We were alive, seeing more than nothing within the widened
Pupils under our eyelids; No, we saw the rising inferno
Of our descent to desire. Bated breath we found no
Catch, only the ticking of time that refused to freeze our
Memories. His lips pressed promises to my knuckles,
Married to the expression of wonder on his face,
We were the first and last of that moment.
Whispered “I love you’s”, and cradled bodies
Wrapped in a longing for something without name.
I am wasted with my fidelity and his letter beneath
My pillow every night, the promise echoing in the cobweb
The Hardest ThingThe hardest thingThe Hardest Thing by Tartansweet
about giving love advice
To the one you love....
Is that you are everything
They are looking for...
But never what they're looking at...
The Watcher of the CloudYou are like a cloud, when I look at you, I see a million different wonderful things. In your sunlight smiles showering me in rays of warmth, your water blue eyes drowning me in cloudless skies. The list goes on, long as your cracked fingers which wrap around my equally damaged ones; we don’t mind the discomfort. We are so alike and so afraid of love. We believe that no one is ours and we evade each other’s hearts in practiced dances of choreographed evasions, we are airborne but gravity bound, sucked into the torrent of the storm’s eye. When we reach out, are we holding on or are we sinking? Do I weigh you down, or you I? Do we watch the stars, or are we the glass lights on velvet curtains? When my heart beats does yours echo a reply of assurance that we are not alone in our cages of rib bone? Do you think of lips as much as me, are you as patiently impatient for the meeting of two into one? If a green thread meets an orange thread early into their existence, at whatThe Watcher of the Cloud by Tartansweet
Moments of YouThere's moments like these, just the little moments, where I watch you. Most of the time you aren't doing anything special, except being you of course, and that explains a lot when it comes to looking at you. I'm sitting with your sister as we watch you roller blading around the rink, showing off just as you promised. We're both laughing at you, nothing serious, just kindheartedly at your antics, trying to impress us. I can't speak for your sister, but I am impressed.Moments of You by Tartansweet
Twisting and turning you fly around and I am captivated by you, as if you were a fire bird, burning in the neon lighting and musk of the room. I can barely manage to skate without the use of a good wall, yet you my friend, are free. Just earlier you were helping me as we skated, I felt embarrassed and so childish in my shaky glides and wobbly movements. I was so afraid I was annoying you, someone who loved speed and intensity, while I was slow and soft.
I'll never forget your comment, "You don't trust to lean on me when y
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