i want you to help me teach every star and shadow my name. with you, the last thing i want is to be forgotten and when the wind is blowing with that sullen ferocity i want you to put me up in it, and tell me that no matter what it, and you, love me.

where are you, my nightwatch angel?

you'd have silly little quirks, i bet. a true list of them, that you'd carry around in your wallet and show to people who ask you the time. when the sky is grey you would call me and we'd meet in town, in some little cafe, and write the daydreams of the people who sit alone in corners staring into their ceramic mugs. you love making up the stories ( Read more... )

i'm just waking up, swaddled in sunlight and wrapped in your gaze. your fingertips trace letters onto my palm; you murmer the words into my ear. a lullabye, it seems.

" beautiful dreamer, wake unto me... "i adore you when you're like this, then you beg me to call you James-dear and you pull out vivid sundresses for me to wear. you will ask me to ( Read more... )

we would throw hours out the window just sitting on buses and counting the people wearing Chuck Taylors. every one would be marked in a lop-sided line on a post-it note and we would fight over who got to keep it, and end up ripping it in half to share. we'd buy second hand books and write whimsical quotes on the pages and leave them, bookmarked, ( Read more... )

in the same way that you always call me "Scarlet" when it rains, you insist that i always wear black on the eve of the new moon. "True beauty should always dress alike, and never mind a bit" you say, placing an opalescent tortoise-shell comb in my hair. you would dress in navy to compliment me, having me darken your eyelashes and tie your hair back ( Read more... )

i would do anything to spend every evening with you, so that we can discuss the sunsets and the way the moon casts angels onto the beach. and when the sun had finally hidden from us i would kiss you and yell "goodnight sir" into the darkness and we would walk home, hand in hand ( Read more... )

all i want is to wake up one morning with the sun in my eyes, in a room that i don't recognize at all, in a bed that's far too small. i want to see nothing but tangled sheets and tangled flesh and hairs and fingers and legs intertwined. and i want you, laying on my chest, to look up at me confusedly before drifting back into slumber's grasp ( Read more... )

on the days that it smells like spring you would leave notes and snowdrops on my doorstep, and when they come out you'd bundle some lily-of-the-valley in there, too. you'd ask me to dress myself like a 5 year old and we'd go to the park and play on the swings and race down the slide into the others arms. we'd play hopscotch with the children and ( Read more... )

Would you take me dancing, my pet? Would you spin me in circles until my knees grew weak? I'm sure you'd take me dancing on the docks, or the breakwater, or on the most busy street corner in town. All the young couples would look at us in envy, and the older ones with disdain and contemplation. you'd buy me red shoes just for the occasion, I bet. ( Read more... )

If you were here with me this evening, I know just what we'd do. I would dress you in my favourite, and most girly, pajama pants (the pink ones that you always say look so cute) and I'd paint your nails, and we would stretch out on the carpet in front of the fireplace and paint poetry onto the soles of our shoes - because you've always wanted to ( Read more... )