day 24: willing for a clear face for saturday

There's a pile of unfolded sheets in the middle of my bed / two days cold from the dryer / the sea-blue and dark teal ocean walls of my room / are tinged with Boxer glow / and every song I hear now / I finally understand / I feel like doing nothing / but lying on the unmade sheets on an already made bed / and there is the scene you enter / Your voice is liquid something and I get inebriated just listening to you / Listening to you / laugh / is like watching the sun trying to peak through overcast canopies / and seeing a murmuration of starlings fly across the fuzzed gray glow / Your tattoo on my heart reads / "Nothing is ever sure / What is absolute? / Only a vodka" / but there's that rockabilly rose all the same / When you say my name I come running / and trip over my own feet / and skin my palms / bandages never felt so soothing / You sweep me off my feet like a low-leveled helicopter kick / I see stars when I'm around you / stars that are falling too fast / good-bye dinosaurs / When I walk over to you / and take you in my vision / I feel breathless / like someone who bit off more than they could chew and signed up for a 10k and never trained for it but had to finish it for a bet / I would push the day sky back for you / at only your mention of how much you love moonlight / I see you / and raise you / raise me? / You make me feel like a walking cliché / and all myself / at the same time / and I'm okay with that /
 
-Dana Winter

(hit the ground running off of this lovely prompt by Megan Falley)