the secret's in the telling

i lie on my back on the car staring a graveyard tree in the face, its branches more unreal as the higher they climb until suddenly they are painted against the backdrop of that sleepy winter sky. i think about what is yet to come and all the things that have gone before. i think of how i have loved. i feel the sting of loss and the beauty of surprise. pull around and i hop in without a second glance or adolescent fear. i wonder if i'm dreaming.

some short hours later i can feel the warmth on my shoulders, breath on my back, and palms on my sides. i will tell you all the things that help you fly. i wonder how i could ever have wanted to kill myelf. and for split moments i am safe, and beautiful. shake. hold me tighter than anything i've known before. emo songs and new ink bleed though my clothes. you wonder if you're dreaming.

and then i drift as you watch me on my sea of sleep. i know that we're both dreaming.