Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2017
Anticipation always ups the ante, burns me up and up
hanging out in TC with you, the sun is peaking out
and it feels a little less empty every time i look out the window
analogy backwash, swallow my pride and spill out
my guts in metaphoric cliched prose, quantum anything
and by now it's unfocused and out of frame
the bar is closing down on us and the beach is inviting me
to sink beneath its waves
Written by
欣快  17/Genderqueer/Phoenix
Please log in to view and add comments on poems