the mountain on which i perch from stains the horizon like a coffee mark on crisp linen i'm like a shelf collecting dust musty books line my weathered surfaces knowledge spilled across yellowed pages age contributes to my value
wrinkles on pages
i don't know what to say i'm actually putting this in here clutching at straws tossing errant thoughts on paper like a two year old gratifying a fresh painted wall all the things i want to say, i wish i could articulate
in one word
like a boat on troublesome water waves crashing i surrender myself, let the tide pull me in let me lay with seaweed and bedrocks heart strings be my anchor in the deepest seas and the serenity of the beach of your thighs
be my respite
star glitter crackling on kindling winds campfires cast faces in the midnight still moonlit lovers sparks passions ablaze skin on skin warmth out-burns the sun burnt marshmallows like black holes cool, charred and bitter
no longer sweet
"we should write something together" & so this poem was born.