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Aug 2017
Don't make me initiate.

Seconds leading up to rushing river beds where they stand adjacent

Hands held out whispering
"Don't worry, don't worry"
But I stumble
I let the fast paced movement of molecules rushing west, east.

On an atomic level I swore you were beneath me

My human instinct to just breathe to plummet
To scratch the itch
Where you stung
The side of my hips
I ached for you
I waited days
Left the lights on
Water sat trembling

My current rippling the way
The universe never seems to do what I ask

Gravity sending you farther and farther
While I sit like a magnet
Rumble in my own state
The days slur on
sun jumps
Catching glimpses of trees through the crack in the window
Forgot the necessity to eat
My ribs curl inward and squeeze.
Sheets drape
Can they be you if I close my eyes tightly?

Will they ever stop echoing the same melancholy?
Laurel Leaves
Written by
Laurel Leaves  F/Pacific Northwest
(F/Pacific Northwest)   
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