my dragonfly by Corey Taft the loud version

my dragonfly

I want to put you in checkered tights
Lift up your denim skirt
Strap your satin bra
And pull down your slim-fit shirt.
Kiss you on the neck
Nibble your ear
Put my hands on your hips
And pull you near.

Call you by your name
Hannah
You are my clock stopper
You are my atom bomb
When you fall Ill catch you in my arms
Well burst into shadows
Come back from Neverland
And dance on walls
Well wake up the parents
And well startle the halls.

You deserve to fly, my dear
Hold you in my arms if I have to
Show you clouds from the inside
Dive into the unforgettable
Ride the breeze like water
Were going to soar, my girl
Were going to go farther.

Put you in checkered tights, my darling
Ice skate my fingertips
Up and down the slope of your shape
Take off your shoes first
Tell you to stay awhile
Tickle your toes next
And spoil myself with your smile
You are everything when you laugh
Im so into you, youre just my style

You are my Hannah
You are the girl with the purses.
You are the girl with the faces.
You are the girl with the Lakers.
Youre funny. Youre interesting. Youre smart. Youre cute. Youre beautiful.
Youre different. Youre not like the rest.

You asked me what kind of insect you would be?
This was a legitimate question asked early on in our courting process.
I knew I couldnt fail you.
I knew you were scouting.
Sweat trickled, clocks ticked,
as we waited for an answer.

Butterflies. Too cliché. Too fleeting. Too easy.

Lady Bugs. Too round. Too much of a shell. Too needy.

Spiders. Too scary. Too webby. Too deadly.

Bumble Bees. Too stingy.

Rolly Pollys. Too creepy.

Ants. Too many.

Mosquitos. Too bitey.

Praying Mantis. Too murdery.




Cockroaches. Why would I say cockroaches? What kind of asshole would tell a girl shes like a cockroach? Thats awful. Thats terrible.

Im silly. Youre silly.
You deserve an insect of classier characteristics, my dear.
You deserve the dragonfly.

Tall. Slender. Artistic. Unique. Make me stop and awe. Eyes to look at for days.
Spirit not confined to one color or one style.
Angels of the insect world.

I may not be able to make you fly in the absolute literal
oh my god, look at those flying humans sort of way,
I cant really sprinkle dust on your nose and let you tickle the clouds with your toes
but when the brush comes to shove Ill paint you the princess of the sky
in the most metaphorical way.
Call you a dragonfly.
Put you in checkered tights.
Lift up your denim skirt
Strap your satin bra
And pull down your slim-fit shirt.
Kiss you on the neck
Nibble your ear
Put my hands on your hips
And pull you near.
Color your body.
Chase your shadow.
Open your window.
Let you fly.

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• hannah
• poetry
• poem

[Maassee]

Well then, the guy is sure lucky!! she is damn hot! + your gf looks like she has one hell of a personality!