back in the 909

i said goodbye to the 212 and here i am. in what seems like a very vast and flat landscape, i can see sky, the mountains, the concrete strip malls i was blind too before. but i do also see the brilliant sunshine, the tree roots denting the sidewalk, and the singing birds.

poem:

put me in  your dreams, in the clouds, on a roof, on the grass

tell me wheat it means when you hold my skin like that,

when you glance and hold the gaze,

when you hum when we kiss.

put me in your dreams, in the sea, on the bench, on the dock

tell me what it means when you part my hair back

when you stutter when you speak

when you sigh and when you laugh.

put me in your dreams, in the forest, on the bed, on the sky

tell me what it means when your hand i touch

when i smile as we walk

when we feel invincible.

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5 Responses to “back in the 909”

  1. beth Says:

    WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO TALENTED BEEZY

  2. beth Says:

    <3~*~*~**~*~<3**~*~****~*~~~<3<3

  3. beth Says:

    (.)(.) booooobz

  4. kallie Says:

    olaya this is beauuuuutiful.

  5. Maria Says:

    maravilloso. casi puedo sentir el agua en las piernas, el corazón latiendo fuerte y las inmensas ganas de tirarme sin más.

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