I look for stanzas
in the spaces between
the words that we share.
Your eyes hide
periods and commas,
your hair swirls with
poetry I have yet
to write.
And my love,
in the rocky terrain
down your hips,
runs toward the sea,
rivers formed
by your sun-kissed skin.
I wait for you
to illuminate my day,
to shine into the corners
of my room
with every step
that you take.
The shadows still
drift in on their own,
the walls still creak,
but I’ve learned
to sit with it,
to write
until it passes.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC
I look for stanzas
in the spaces between
the words that we share.
Your eyes hide
periods and commas,
your hair swirls with
poetry I have yet
to write.
And my love,
in the rocky terrain
down your hips,
runs toward the sea,
rivers formed
by your sun-kissed skin.
I wait for you
to illuminate my day,
to shine into the corners
of my room
with every step
that you take.
The shadows still
drift in on their own,
the walls still creak,
but I’ve learned
to sit with it,
to write
until it passes.
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