there are fewer words for this
kiss on the temple
soft knuckles
the first sip
but it's as good as
any repurposed for
less regal things
a popsicle in august
the sweetest fuck-you to
midday thirst
the first snow and
realizing
you can play the piano still
after eight stagnant years
it is
wanting to stay
where you
only ever
cherished leaving
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
there are fewer words for this
kiss on the temple
soft knuckles
the first sip
but it's as good as
any repurposed for
less regal things
a popsicle in august
the sweetest fuck-you to
midday thirst
the first snow and
realizing
you can play the piano still
after eight stagnant years
it is
wanting to stay
where you
only ever
cherished leaving