i ache to be beside you,
cat-like i stretch out,
i curve into your corners,
unravel your avenues like wool,
tender and surreal i carve
my name on your lips,
in the last of summer’s
indigos and fire, slumbering
in the now damp grass,
i feel your love, the shadows
and the softening golds, the
honeyed fever of your touch,
ripples of blue water,
tides of an impossible
sun,
you light me like a lamp
an electric blue-ink canvas,
tireless like the engines
of the wind that bid us melt.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
i ache to be beside you,
cat-like i stretch out,
i curve into your corners,
unravel your avenues like wool,
tender and surreal i carve
my name on your lips,
in the last of summer’s
indigos and fire, slumbering
in the now damp grass,
i feel your love, the shadows
and the softening golds, the
honeyed fever of your touch,
ripples of blue water,
tides of an impossible
sun,
you light me like a lamp
an electric blue-ink canvas,
tireless like the engines
of the wind that bid us melt.
