Blades

Beautiful blades
Of brown hair
Swept over brown
Eyes
Spin it as though
Just sometimes
But I'll be honest it's all the time
That I think of you
The coolest grace
In the way you move
I fall over myself
When you change your shoes
I hate knowing now
That I am
Forever
Away from you

So I'll draw
Your face
In the light
That I see you
And think of
The place
Where I last
Kissed you
Slow
dancing
Beside
Your Christmas tree
Your eyes
Your smile
All of it
Happened

Crack
In your favorite wine glass
Never stopped us
From enjoying our favorite white
Snow
On the television
Never stopped us
From laughing all night
Sitting on your
Garage stairs
Sweeping through
Beautiful blades of brown hair
Chilled to the bone
Huddled at home
A dizzy black softly
Swallowed us whole

So I'll draw
Your face
In the light
That I see you
And think of
The place
Where I last
Kissed you
Slow
dancing
Beside
Your Christmas tree
Your eyes
Your smile
All of it
Happened