hearts tear borders

 the ones God gives  ones I prayed for  and the ones I never wished  the ones that confused my wishes blurred my vision, little sips of death  bigger ones and the necessity to swallow  abyss for growing prayers  that I can't force over my lips unless I sing  how to not replace the missing for addiction  the hunger for going fishing, how to not simply  filter until there is only glitter left, to not rejoice over  it's sparkly body floundering in the net  untill mother darkness takes it closer to her chest  There is no such thing as 'the perfect face to receive a gift'  just any face will express this is the moment. 

 we had a long talk about electricity  it was pulsating through my body after you wrote me  and on the picture the frown on your forehead beard and brows dark and heavy, a serious smile  and intense eyes, all of it hugged by a glow of tenderness  even with worlds between us you cause a fire inside of me  we dream about how sweet we will die. 

to play can be fun  but I love your seriousness when you touch me  for only the mindful can lose their minds like we do  as if you are creating me with your own hands 

eternal thoughts about roses the smell of the rose a world in it's own  drinking the sky so it can be on the inside  and sing to God with the voice of a rose.