Washing Dishes

washing dishes

from here to the moon

sip stars in submarines with spoons

horizons red and pink and blue

eyes that linger, repenting in their pews

feathery touches and panes of glass

holding hands, running fast

shiny rocket ships that gleam like gold

years that fade, growing old

growing pains and poems i wrote

ships that sink and hearts that float

silk skies as far as the eye can see

that's how much you mean to me

black abysses

washing dishes

Christmas lights that twinkle yellow

Pink and purple galaxies and toasted marshmallows

teacups and mirrors and vampire queens

something that glistens and teenage dreams

fizzy grape soda and plastic water guns

biting my tongue, hurting for fun.

humming tunes and singing softly

i was lost but then you caught me

snowflakes melt on burning skin

blizzards come to freeze us in

deep sea trenches and something that itches

i'm still here, washing dishes

shooting stars that twinkle and die

big puffy clouds that float in the sky

drawing stars upon my skin

fountain pens and mermaid fins

white round pearls and a black dress that swishes

i'm still here, breaking dishes

blinking, thinking, stammering, long sighs

clockwork pieces, burgers with fries

chopsticks and Christmas and bubblegum and bruises

everyone loves and everyone loses