It’s weird but fucking beautiful
It sounds like the river
Flowing through your toes
Not one of us wondering where the hell it goes
Finding a prism in an oil spill
Glitter rain falling on the windshield
His attention all on you
Like you mean so much more
Than you really do
He said,
In your eyes I see rainbows
and star shine
sleet and snow
My heart
doesn’t know where to go
If you only knew what I know…
In his room I see the future
Like cut up clippings
Of families just our size
But without their faces
Just ours, Isn’t a fucking lie
It’s weird but fucking beautiful
It feels like the summer
But that was fucking long ago
Tender fucking kisses that aren’t for fucking show
It’s giving Christmas in Connecticut
A feeling with some etiquette
An influencer selling life
You make me feel alive
You really do…
He said,
In your eyes I see rainbows
and star shine
sleet and snow
My heart
doesn’t know where to go
If you only knew what I know…
You take my shirt off
Now we’re fucking on the pier
You kiss my mouth
I’ll always want you near
My snow on the beach.
It’s weird but fucking beautiful
It feels like the summer
But that was fucking long ago
Tender fucking kisses that aren’t for fucking show
(Written for Aidan Turner February 19, 2001–my dad’s birthday)
