I felt so symbolic yesterday

[thejunipertree]

I watched the moon travel across the sky
last night, sitting out in back of the Engineer's
house. Clear cut air and shivers up my spine.
These are the nights that I lay in wait for.

He makes me smile, with his funny little voices
and dances and the way he laughs. No one has
ever made me laugh the way he does. The kind
of laughter where you don't want it to stop,
even though you can't breathe. It just goes on
and on. Until I'm violet-you're-turning-violet.

He doesn't mind my smoking or my tattoos. Or
how I tend to get uppity and mouthy. He doesn't
turn away from me when I reach out for the
millionth time, seeking attention and kisses.
He lets me talk, he lets me be silent. He listens
and speaks his mind. He holds his own opinions
and doesn't change them because I disagree.

He calls me Kitten. And Peppermint.

And he likes zombie movies almost as much
as I do. Heh.

Through the rabbit hole, I go.
Down! Down! Down! Will this fall never
come to an end?

I hope not.