Two of the Same

Your lips, bright cherry stained

Tiny, flawless, butterfly-like

Anticipating

I imagine they taste

Like imagination

Your hands, baby breath soft

And lonely, I can feel in my bones that

They are reaching

Just like mine have reached

Your hair curls in milk chocolate ribbons

Touching the outline of your face

Just the edges

Because the strands,

They too

Are paralyzed by your beauty

The skin of your being

Melted over you

Dusted with iridescent memories

The lingering flutter of butterfly wings

And your eyes

Their impeccable blue-ness absolutely

Electrifying

Heart-stuttering

They whisper to me in languages

Neither one of us speaks

Saying everything your lips

Tremble to release

I imagine you taste like summer

Like sticky sand and exploding watermelon

Like sleeping on couches and the inside of a bonfire-melted

Marshmallow

Like holding hands to Death Cab

Like dancing in the middle of the street

Like spiky emerald grass marking the backs of our legs

I imagine you are mine and I feel something rustle

Deep in the bluest depths of my heart

But you drift from my hands as my fingers

Accidentally

Brush yours

Or was that just my imagination?

The place next to me

Has been kept warm for you

By boys who I can’t even write here

Their names entirely undeserving of your light

This place next to me is empty now

The sheets slightly rumpled

The quilt overturned

But maybe one day

When courage isn’t imaginary

I’ll have you here beside me

I don’t know if you’ve ever tested these waters

If your hands are any more experienced than mine

I don’t know of your religion

If it keeps you in shackles away from me

Because our lips are both red

Our hands the same size

We are

Two of the same

You and I

And everyone knows

Opposites attract like magnets

So why does our same-ness

Awaken me?