there are no more words to speak
she is everything, i could ever need
poetess perplex me
with complex inflections, i don’t dare speak
you utter lightly
and parts of me alight, blindly
she sings in memories,
broken symphonies
she writes in lucid dreams,
her inner meanderings
she dances in emptiness,
the space between realities
the face that nature gave her
the eyes that hold untold favors
sweet scent of honeysuckle
light is her medicine bundle
she says:
use your head to live
use your heart to be happy
firelight swimming
amidst a sacred poison
i fear nothing so i run
come be one with me
its our only itinerary
which needs no reiteration
when love is cheering you on
cherish the dance alone
forms are swiftly forming
remove the stones from your imagination
you are not too far away from home
comb the shores of our emancipation
lies are abundant in these hills
and jobs are more scarce than sheep
but its still the thrill that turns me on
you come home and wipe your feet
and leave the dirt out in the street
life is without a center really, she said
come home, i've made you something warm to eat
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
there are no more words to speak
she is everything, i could ever need
poetess perplex me
with complex inflections, i don’t dare speak
you utter lightly
and parts of me alight, blindly
she sings in memories,
broken symphonies
she writes in lucid dreams,
her inner meanderings
she dances in emptiness,
the space between realities
the face that nature gave her
the eyes that hold untold favors
sweet scent of honeysuckle
light is her medicine bundle
she says:
use your head to live
use your heart to be happy
firelight swimming
amidst a sacred poison
i fear nothing so i run
come be one with me
its our only itinerary
which needs no reiteration
when love is cheering you on
cherish the dance alone
forms are swiftly forming
remove the stones from your imagination
you are not too far away from home
comb the shores of our emancipation
lies are abundant in these hills
and jobs are more scarce than sheep
but its still the thrill that turns me on
you come home and wipe your feet
and leave the dirt out in the street
life is without a center really, she said
come home, i've made you something warm to eat
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