naked while nude.

periwinkle polish chipped on her nails

illuminates the night

and her wide eyes mock the full moon

batting lashes compliment the soft breeze

when it brushes her cheek with a kiss

little toes curl into soft earth

as her soles hug the deep green blades

and when a raindrop lands gently on her cheek

it falls calmly into rhythm with the salty trail to her chin

an ode to you:

like when your family makes fun of you

and how your cheeks turn red

and your eyes flick in my direction

and how you think im laughing at you

but under the table

the dog is humping my leg

like how my head fits in the curve of your neck

and when i can hear your voice echoing in your chest

deep like my brothers could have been

like it never would have been

like how my feet look in your shoes

or when you take off your shirt

like when you roll down all the windows

and dont wipe the mist from your windshield

like how mad you get when their are cyclists on the road

like the look on your face when you got your draft number

or the sound of us on your leather couch

whenever we move

like when i fight with my sisters

or you fight with yours

and how they have a brother

but you dont

like when i walked in on you in the bathroom

or how you borrowed your uncles shoes

like when my mom yelled at us when we were sitting in your car

like when i thought you’d never call

and like the way i felt when you did

like how your dad eats butter pecan ice cream

like when you picked the fuzz off my socks

or held my hand under the dinner table

like when you mumble and say “nevermind”

but how i already heard what you said

and when you eat the apple core

and throw away the stem

like when we dont finish movies

or when i try to teach you card games

like when we sat on the stairs at that big party

and how people kept saying “excuse me” to get past

like when you shake my dad’s hand

and how you laugh at his jokes

like when you tell the same story 

or just tell it like i wasnt there

like how small my hand looks in yours

and the way you mimic my laugh

like the painkillers we took after our wisdom teeth

and the ice cream cake you left in my freezer

its like running to the shower on a cold morning

and picking hitchhikers from the cuff of my jeans