Like a simcard snapped in two,
my heart, for thee, it splinters.
While summer solstice holds you close,
I wait through endless winters.
Golden skin in Roman baths,
I swoon but from a distance.
Close my eyes - heart beats heavy.
I want you here this instant.
With no more ways to fill my time
in transit I must write you.
This poem proves quite clumsily
it's you that I am into.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
Like a simcard snapped in two,
my heart, for thee, it splinters.
While summer solstice holds you close,
I wait through endless winters.
Golden skin in Roman baths,
I swoon but from a distance.
Close my eyes - heart beats heavy.
I want you here this instant.
With no more ways to fill my time
in transit I must write you.
This poem proves quite clumsily
it's you that I am into.
June 2013, on a bus.
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