tonight, more than anything, i long to dance with you
to be embraced by your lean, long arms
like a cluster of young fruit
growing up within the embrace
of the blueberry branches in july
when we dance your body is like a rocking chair
sturdy, and swaying with the music
i sink into your frame
same as i would when i was a tired child
nuzzling into the embrace of the foregone wooden rockers
that adorned my great grandmothers front porch
i yearn to hear the creaks of your soft wooden voice
wafting above my hair
as i twirl 'round you
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
tonight, more than anything, i long to dance with you
to be embraced by your lean, long arms
like a cluster of young fruit
growing up within the embrace
of the blueberry branches in july
when we dance your body is like a rocking chair
sturdy, and swaying with the music
i sink into your frame
same as i would when i was a tired child
nuzzling into the embrace of the foregone wooden rockers
that adorned my great grandmothers front porch
i yearn to hear the creaks of your soft wooden voice
wafting above my hair
as i twirl 'round you
