*I want to be
your happy poem
to write myself
into your eyes
your lips, your shoulder blades
to fall into your soul
and leap from there
into that heart within your heart
not known to you just yet
I want to be
the verse that rings as true
as the promise of your gaze
late in the day, an uncontemplated
word
a whispered phrase which keeps
and holds and stays with you
throughout the day
I want to be the sound
and smell of fresh felled rain
to stir your thoughts as you awake
a storm
relentless, unafraid
to bring your laughter
and retreat into the wants
within your veins*
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
*I want to be
your happy poem
to write myself
into your eyes
your lips, your shoulder blades
to fall into your soul
and leap from there
into that heart within your heart
not known to you just yet
I want to be
the verse that rings as true
as the promise of your gaze
late in the day, an uncontemplated
word
a whispered phrase which keeps
and holds and stays with you
throughout the day
I want to be the sound
and smell of fresh felled rain
to stir your thoughts as you awake
a storm
relentless, unafraid
to bring your laughter
and retreat into the wants
within your veins*
I just want to be honestly romantic. Did I fall close?
