Aug 2017
I want to be the image
on a loop in your mind
a technicolor exclusive
the word that camomile
soothes your throat
teardrops of light
that speckle the walls
in dawn dreams
the little flame that melts
your frozen fist
of a heart
there'll be a ball of socks
hugging at the end of the bed
and you'll teach me phrases
my throat has never
truly felt before
on a loop in your mind
a technicolor exclusive
the word that camomile
soothes your throat
teardrops of light
that speckle the walls
in dawn dreams
the little flame that melts
your frozen fist
of a heart
there'll be a ball of socks
hugging at the end of the bed
and you'll teach me phrases
my throat has never
truly felt before
Written: July/August 2017.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. All feedback welcome.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. All feedback welcome.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.
