you carry yourself
like the foliage and summer calm
that make your home,
as they do your soul,
and so you are beautiful to me.
how I hanker to be
like the willow you bed down beneath
and smile at with your eyes,
or the beer you sweep from your lips
with your tongue
to savor the taste of a good day;
how I hanker to be
something
of your world
that you adore.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC
you carry yourself
like the foliage and summer calm
that make your home,
as they do your soul,
and so you are beautiful to me.
how I hanker to be
like the willow you bed down beneath
and smile at with your eyes,
or the beer you sweep from your lips
with your tongue
to savor the taste of a good day;
how I hanker to be
something
of your world
that you adore.
The brother-poem to my earliest piece, "Zombies in Snapbacks". Compliments to the muse, who still continues to leave me bewildered and fawning without even knowing, without even trying.
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