I met you here,
in this nowhere.
Between us was
a world made
of a single
held breath
& we unfolded
it so carefully.
Then we
exported
hundreds of
pages, fragile
& subtle,
& my poems
released their
grip on sorrow.
Blue gardens
in your smile,
sun's epochs
in your laugh.
There are no
sane words to
describe you.
Ropes of
champagne,
thickets of joy,
moon-pure,
hazeled Pisces,
canyon of
ravishment.
Our cheeks
ached
with bliss.
The world only
makes sense
through you.
Your hand-cut
bangs and
slender neck...
Something knocks
over in the night -
it's my soul.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
I met you here,
in this nowhere.
Between us was
a world made
of a single
held breath
& we unfolded
it so carefully.
Then we
exported
hundreds of
pages, fragile
& subtle,
& my poems
released their
grip on sorrow.
Blue gardens
in your smile,
sun's epochs
in your laugh.
There are no
sane words to
describe you.
Ropes of
champagne,
thickets of joy,
moon-pure,
hazeled Pisces,
canyon of
ravishment.
Our cheeks
ached
with bliss.
The world only
makes sense
through you.
Your hand-cut
bangs and
slender neck...
Something knocks
over in the night -
it's my soul.
