Aug 2021
I miss the honeyed balm of poetry,
the melodic rhythm of words
skipping gracefully in my mind,
making a home on the tips of my lashes and kissing my fingertips with reverence
the pine boughs and dewdrops and shafts of sunlight which scatter through soft, heavy grey
a home found in syllables savored by my tongue, without being carried into sound--
my lips lock their sweetness behind my teeth
to drink down the flowing sentences again,
again
again
the melodic rhythm of words
skipping gracefully in my mind,
making a home on the tips of my lashes and kissing my fingertips with reverence
the pine boughs and dewdrops and shafts of sunlight which scatter through soft, heavy grey
a home found in syllables savored by my tongue, without being carried into sound--
my lips lock their sweetness behind my teeth
to drink down the flowing sentences again,
again
again
to anyone who still follows me here: hi! :> been a hot minute. or at least a year since i've posted anything that i've written. hope you're doin well <3
