Feb 2022
Take me where your voice
is diamonds
but not diamonds, not really,
not as hard
but hopefully you know
what I mean,
a place I can smilingly float on
your lyrical clouds,
where I can taste the stardust,
where rain murmurs
on my tongue like a hundred
secrets
and Saturdays could be Sundays
or midnight
is our daybreak, orange crescent
sunlight on your cheeks,
so I can inhale as though
it’s something new,
an invention my body just made
and how delicious
to have your daisy-chain of words
or some other’s words
but from your throat, you know,
to breathe in,
sanctify my lungs, my brain,
I’ll thank you for it,
tell you they remind me of jewels so
I can keep on getting by.
is diamonds
but not diamonds, not really,
not as hard
but hopefully you know
what I mean,
a place I can smilingly float on
your lyrical clouds,
where I can taste the stardust,
where rain murmurs
on my tongue like a hundred
secrets
and Saturdays could be Sundays
or midnight
is our daybreak, orange crescent
sunlight on your cheeks,
so I can inhale as though
it’s something new,
an invention my body just made
and how delicious
to have your daisy-chain of words
or some other’s words
but from your throat, you know,
to breathe in,
sanctify my lungs, my brain,
I’ll thank you for it,
tell you they remind me of jewels so
I can keep on getting by.
Written: February 2022.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. As with many poems this year, this piece may be put on private or removed completely in time. Please check out the links to some other social media pages, including Instagram (where I explain my poems in more depth occasionally), on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. As with many poems this year, this piece may be put on private or removed completely in time. Please check out the links to some other social media pages, including Instagram (where I explain my poems in more depth occasionally), on my HP home page.
