Title = If you keep your eyes closed you won't see the beauty in the wreckage.
This is for ~Dancing-Naked
I asked her to write a poem:
one about breathing someones skin in like buttermilk, heart tinglings like sherbet in your chest and smiles that make the world go 'round in dizzy sway, where your feet don't touch anything but sky and ground is all feeling caught in a swirl of touching colours and smelling your voice.
Hers is far prettier than this, but this is an amalgamation of things that I commented to her or babbled to her in various forms, that she asked to be poemed and plus, kind of like milk plus.
Oh, and haha aspartame.
AND I wrote this in a comment to the darling *sleepyfeet
"rain rain your fire hydrant eyes down on yourself"