the cool air of the morning awakens me,
bird's bustle and gossip in the first rays,
of a new turn around,
the sun.
tears pool and nestle,
at the bridge of my nose, thick with emotion
left from a dream.
devoid of details,
but rich in sorrow,
a hungering feral sorrow.
that still lingers,
licking at the corners
of my mind.
i feel a discordance
with myself, sighing to expell this thing prowling, my breathe,
catches on a sob.
the kookaburra's laugh, jarringly close
and then further away.
i wipe at these tears, unbidden, unshed
and turn?
to find my grounding,
my steadfastness,
my hearts ease watching,
he draws me to him,
his lips,smoothing
my furrowed brow,
his hands creating an intensity, that is ours alone.
we make,
sweetness and beauty,
joy and oblivion, before falling asleep once more.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
the cool air of the morning awakens me,
bird's bustle and gossip in the first rays,
of a new turn around,
the sun.
tears pool and nestle,
at the bridge of my nose, thick with emotion
left from a dream.
devoid of details,
but rich in sorrow,
a hungering feral sorrow.
that still lingers,
licking at the corners
of my mind.
i feel a discordance
with myself, sighing to expell this thing prowling, my breathe,
catches on a sob.
the kookaburra's laugh, jarringly close
and then further away.
i wipe at these tears, unbidden, unshed
and turn?
to find my grounding,
my steadfastness,
my hearts ease watching,
he draws me to him,
his lips,smoothing
my furrowed brow,
his hands creating an intensity, that is ours alone.
we make,
sweetness and beauty,
joy and oblivion, before falling asleep once more.
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