a few words about miss chelsea elizabeth...

she likes: making kites, dancing in the rain, adventures, little-while friends, letters, whole-leaf tea, crayons, bare feet, jumping in rivers/streams/creeks/waterfalls, language, catching the clock as it changes numbers, sleepovers, trains (big or small), cuddling & waking up before the sun rises, among other random things.

oregon-born, seattle-raised, bellingham-bred and franco-refined, she had moved back to the states from her affairs across the atlantic & now resides in columbia city with french husband & love of her life rémy. they spend most of their time taming the garden, taking care of their three chickens & two cats, and preparing the urban homestead for a new little chick of their own.

Friday, October 2, 2009

nous

we held hands
& the light was bright
too harsh
on my closed eyes.
and you kissed me
brushed my cheek
told me my scars were barely visible
& i knew you were lying.

i simply
cannot believe
that i have you.
that you will have me.
i keep waiting for the sun to fade this feeling
to wash you out
for the colours to change
wither & drop with the autumn leaves
but you are vivid
vibrant
and oh so alive.

if i touch you
at night
it is only to make sure
you're still real.
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