"oh dear, never saw you coming"
-the civil wars, tip of my tongue
a n t i c i p a t i o n
Flushed emotions flittering through the gaping passage of my mind like waves on a sea; incessant and unapologetic. A flurry of hopes and possibilities satiate the tips of my toes to the tilt of my nose like they're the elixir for this fleeting life. Jumbled sentences of mis-matched thoughts like patchwork masterpieces and artistic inarticulate confusion. Lost pronouns, found adjectives, ubiquitous verbs form incomplete phrases of all that I have the courage to say- __ love __. Fill in the blanks with a flourish of your lips like a mountain carved out of the sun's embrace and like the meandering wisps of exuberant rivers dancing and recreating the earth beneath it. A kaleidoscope of incoherent musings, rhythmic like the beat of your heart, wild like the thoughts inside it.