Be alive until you are not.

Sunshine, poetry
& a world that gives me both.

“Let me also say that I want you
sleepy-eyed in the morning waking at my side
like a warm summer sky born from
so much softness the horizon cries every time
night fall comes to take you.
Let me also say that I want to make you sandwiches and soup
and peanut butter cookies, though
the truth is peanut butter is really bad for you
cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields
to get the toxins out of the soil
but hey, you like peanut butter and I like you.
Let me also say I’ve never seen anything more
gorgeous than you were that night
the moon bending through the window blinds
I told time by the light casting shadows across your face.”

—   Andrea Gibson, Wasabi
  • 21 August 2012
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