*Moments of impact.
There was a second there before the kiss.
The ungodly hour spent
And the night of secret fireflies.
The grains in an hourglass,
How innumerable still.
There was a time I yearn for emptiness.
This loneliness, heaped up on my chest,
And in the afternoons,
The melancholic burn.
A glimpse of your body.
The affinities of flowers
With the bud.
An eternity of this and that, of improbabilities,
Or of unrequited love.
A night without a star.
A day without the sun.
But the sun's without a day,
Without you.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
*Moments of impact.
There was a second there before the kiss.
The ungodly hour spent
And the night of secret fireflies.
The grains in an hourglass,
How innumerable still.
There was a time I yearn for emptiness.
This loneliness, heaped up on my chest,
And in the afternoons,
The melancholic burn.
A glimpse of your body.
The affinities of flowers
With the bud.
An eternity of this and that, of improbabilities,
Or of unrequited love.
A night without a star.
A day without the sun.
But the sun's without a day,
Without you.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
