venussleepwalking:

call me by your name

salty breezes caress my skin;

golden hour gleams

as the sun begins

to doze off.

midnight couldn’t come soon enough:

peach flavored promises

and silly scribbled notes.

i wait for the moon to give us her cue,

signaling it’s safe to cross paths

and share more than a kiss.

time is fluid

– and we don’t have enough of it.

must you be ambivalent?

must you be stolid?

must you possess ocean eyes

and a smile worth a sunken city?

why did we wait so long?

will you remember me once you’ve gone?

— barbara v lopez

❤