_The Jacobs

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Can you feel my arms stealing your feet from the earth to carry you home?

Give me a pen & lend me your skin .  I’ll trace constellations in the freckles they fit in

If I quiet my breath long enough, I can hear you whispering underneath it.

I can hear you, strained voice traveling from your lips to my ears, the distance it did not wish to travel.  Too far, it says, much too far, it gasps.

Can you hear me, the good morning smile carried on my first thought upon waking?  Did it make it to you?

B l a n k e t s  o n  c o l d  s k i n ,

m y  a r m s  a r o u n d  t h e  b l a n k e t  ,  y o u  i n s i d e  m y  a r m s .

As i follow behind you I cling to the trail of breath floating from your lungs. I will crawl up it until I reach your lips.

O h  m y  s o u l  ,  f i n d  p e a c e  i n  t h e  s t i l l n e s s .

In the dark silhouette of tree on sky, mountain on the fire in the clouds , find the calm you are choking for.

I will stand in the cocoon of us and everything else will disappear.

Artwork/Illustrations > J o  A g u i l a r | Poems / Haikus > T y l e r  K n o t t