splayed limbs and warm sun and sneakers laid to the side and sun on my body and the sound of the water more than anything else
A midday shower to get the stickies off, maybe its all worth it
If I get to spend even a second in the wind, drinking in its cool caress, how could I remember to yearn for the warm sticky touch of another?
If I get to hear the rushing of the water so close to my ears, what phantom chatter of ghosts could permeate?
If I get to feel the sun kiss my skin the way it does, what significance could the absence of you hold?
When I have so much, how could my heart remember to need you?
When I have so much, how could my heart not want to share it with you?
You who I know would love it. You who I wish loved me half as much.
When I have so much, why does missing you take up any room for gratitude in this cluttered mind? I started off alright this time.
This is not a rhyming poem.
****** poetry, maybe 5 is my lucky number. But 5 is a lie I tell to and for myself. I seem to have been briefer to you than that.
The difference is that I say 5, and you do not say.
May 22, 2023
May 22, 2023 at 2:09 AM UTC
splayed limbs and warm sun and sneakers laid to the side and sun on my body and the sound of the water more than anything else
A midday shower to get the stickies off, maybe its all worth it
If I get to spend even a second in the wind, drinking in its cool caress, how could I remember to yearn for the warm sticky touch of another?
If I get to hear the rushing of the water so close to my ears, what phantom chatter of ghosts could permeate?
If I get to feel the sun kiss my skin the way it does, what significance could the absence of you hold?
When I have so much, how could my heart remember to need you?
When I have so much, how could my heart not want to share it with you?
You who I know would love it. You who I wish loved me half as much.
When I have so much, why does missing you take up any room for gratitude in this cluttered mind? I started off alright this time.
This is not a rhyming poem.
****** poetry, maybe 5 is my lucky number. But 5 is a lie I tell to and for myself. I seem to have been briefer to you than that.
The difference is that I say 5, and you do not say.