IceGalaxy

sometimes it comes without warning.
other times
i can predict it, 
seeing the clouds
before the storm. 
but every single time
i dont like it. the way
my chest tightens
and i can't breathe, the way

maybe i'll forget you.
not today 
 

May we dance in dappled autumn light,
wearing silk clothes wrapped around our
tanned bodies, sun-streaked hair 
billowing behind us.

When this is over,
may we nurse our wounds and tend to the bruises

you can hold my head under the water
you can tell me i don't belong
you can throw snakes and stones at me
you can tell me everything i do is wrong

but the longer your hand
glued to my head 
stays underwater, the

Finally!
Oh, finally we have made it. The
built-up pressure of
finals,
who likes who, and
drama
released. 
No more rules,
dress codes,
worries. 
No more papers,
pencils, 
tests.
No more.