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Kellin May 31
In the glow of twilight's gentle gleam,
Her skin, an olive hue, like a dream,
Adorned with curls, a wild, wistful stream,
She danced with grace, in moonlight's beam
Kellin May 31
Beneath the fiery sun's passionate gaze,
Lies a beauty adorned with grace untold,
In her presence, my spirit forever sways In the stillness of night's silent reign, Echoing desires, sweet and arcane With tender touch, in twilight's caress, I unfurl the fabric, a whispered finesse, Each delicate fold, a silent confess,
As I undo her dress, a love's duet, no less.
Kellin May 31
I live my life in a series of highway exits and parking lots. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of a world between traffic  and sob with longing
Kellin Jul 2023
Her
I used to hide your name
In my line breaks -
When you left town,
I reached out through
Smokescreens and similes.
I used to hide my secret,
Placed it delicately
Within my pining,
A secret only sapphics
Would decipher -
When I wrote about flowers,
I was describing the way the breeze
Caught each strand of your hair
In the sun's gaze;
When I went on about the wind,
It was an attempt to capture
Your scent
Mixed with the ocean breeze
That one week you
Went away with me.

Teasing and testing me,
You let clear water ripple
Around your naked form,
In front of me for the first time.
Your whispers sent shivers
Through my shoulders,
Years spent yearning enough
To override my senses.
There were no tide pools
Deep enough to prepare me
For your beauty as the moon
Threw shadows across your face;
I wish I had been brave enough
To dive straight in back then.
A few years and states away;
The months blur together now,
The moon cycles shifting
Seemingly faster every time.
I wonder if you dare
Ask yourself, what if?
When you see her,
Full and bright above you.
Kellin Jun 2023
On these lonely nights
Talking to myself again
  
  Know you're not listening
  Apr 2023 Kellin
robin kemme
The call of birds, high up
Hazy light
Through slowly moving curtains
In an anonymous suburb
Abandoned during the day
this day
the day

You laid face down, naked
Ashamed of your body
And waited.

Promising Spring
As if we floated endlessly, high up
But to float is just a delay
When you fall down.
Kellin Feb 2023
I chase the light for so long; but then I realized I never knew what light looked like; whatever light I had in me was just a lighter shade of darkness
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