i sense your exhaustion before you even signal a yawn. your words slowly stumble, beginning to slur, your defenses and sarcastic attitude weaken. i imagine your eyelashes kissing the single freckle taking refuge on your left cheekbone [the freckle i so badly want to press my lips against.] your responses diminish, dwindling from lengthy argumentative responses to simple "mhm's" as you fight to stay alert.
when you get this way, your voice becomes a deep whisper, a lisped lullaby [on repeat] for my eardrums.
conversation evaporates as quickly as my words leave the corners of my mouth, only to hang suspended in midair. i sneak secrets into the spaces between the rise and fall of your chest as you inhale and exhale.
chatterbox boy calms and turns to soft radio static, a likeness to the way elevator music unexpectedly fades into lemon and honey tea [without sugar cubes] for insomniacs at three a.m.
your nose crinkles and twitches as you're pulled further into a dream and the sound of my voice familiarizes itself against your unconsciousness;
"goodnight my sweet boy with words like warm wine."
Author notes
this is the product of writer's block, a diet of energy drinks, and the palpitations of my heart when i hear the voice of my darling chatterbox boy. the sound of his breathing puts me at ease.
>.<
remember me when you sleep tonight.
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"i imagine your eyelashes kissing the single freckle taking refuge on your left cheekbone [the freckle i so badly want to press my lips against.]"
FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!
hey, I wish I could write so stunningly on writer's block! if I could, I would be happy to get writer's block hahaha.
I loved the personal feel of this poem. when the reader falls into it, they're still on the outside because only you and him. I just love that.
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This is pretty. I love it.
"chatterbox boy calms and turns to soft radio static, a likeness to the way elevator music unexpectedly fades into lemon and honey tea [without sugar cubes] for insomniacs at three a.m."
Favorite. Writer's block doesn't really seem to effect you. I love your writing..it's pretty.
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