P.S (Way re-edited!!)

I am not afraid,
Of the slipping memories.
They seem to have fallen out of my brain,
And weigh me down on my back
Until they find some white current
To take them away.

But I am not afraid,
because I know it is not in memories
Where you are found.

I love where you seed planted itself:
In the bottom of my spine,
In the crevice of my tailbone.
There you are a suprise
In wrikinled wrapping,
Waiting for morning.

You are found in me.

I love how your ribbons are
Anchored
In the marrow of my bones,
Passing me the words you cannot say,
Or the love you cannot give.
I unconsciously carry you-

Or do you carry me?

I love it when I don't think about you,
Because you still grow.
When I neglect you, you still love.
When I lose you,
You always find me:
In the fallen leaf of your hair,
Or the mental imaage of an ocean
That I still find ourselves walking on,
In a perfect world.

This world is not
near
perfect.

At least we can dance now,
though,
I carry you in heavy arms and
Deep pilies,
My leg is yours,
My hips,
And my lungs-

But I wish you took my heart.
Take my heart,
Because, please, you have it now.

Youa re my wallpaper:
All those slipping memories
That I cannot remember.
Every night,
I fall asleep with you next to me,
and dream inside our photos,
Still flying through a pefect world.