Emily
Winters
"And slip your jacket over my shoulders"
I'm overthinking
things cause
I overthink
everything.
But I do know that
your smile looks
Beautiful in the
harsh spectral searchlight
Of passing cars as
they whisk
By our stationary
forms, exposing us
To one another and
ourselves to
The world.
But your lips and
teeth were bathed in
Light, again.
Again.
I see red lights up
ahead and
Stretching a mile
away from my breaching
Fingertips gasping
for oxygen above the
Crimson heads of
waves, I see
Stars that I wish
into existence. Radio
Tower.
I lean into you
subtly or rather I let
Myself lose feeling
in my arms as they
Are assaulted by
the night spitting its -
Bonfire embers
spiraling away - grass
Wet paint wet -
Dreams onto my lips and
I feel you painting
my lips in the dark,
Shrugging your
jacket over my shoulders.
I let the night
take control of my body
And fold me into
you, hoping that you'll
End my chill and
slip your jacket
Over my shoulders.