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Sarah Nov 2015
It's 3 a.m.
it's only
you and me-
your boat bed
high above
ground,
floating on pain
abandoned days
ago

there's a glint of
sunrise
opening her arms,
stretching out her hands,
throwing her head back and
taking a breath
of tomorrow's
today,
  today...

But for a second-
for another moment,
a pause before the sun
conquers
the clandestine sky,

I'll be
engulfed in you
I cannot catch my
breath,
in you-
we're in the dark
encore
and you

are
carved out of
daybreak
shadows like
a statue
been set free
Sarah Nov 2015
Life is so
contained here
in this
tiny town

I don't want
to settle,
but I want to
settle down

my soul is
on the brim of
flight-
she wants to be
set free

but I'm afraid
of falling so
I never
climb the
tree

Maybe in
a year or so,
rock-bottom'll
fade away

but
for now,
I'm on the ground,
but that's not
where I'll
stay.
Sarah Nov 2015
I'm looking through
a piece of
glass
that I
found on
the beach- and
through the warped
exterior- the rippling
surface of its sea-soaked skin
I see myself looking
back at me
against a
backdrop
called
the
sky

I'm a reflection
in a
shadow and
I don't know why
I love you,
like I do,
but I do,
and I'm looking
at a piece of
beach-glass,
hoping to find
you.
Sarah Nov 2015
Blue light,
a quiet room.
A hazy,
dusk of late
November's
afternoon

a haunting
silent stream of
sunset, slinking
through the door,
so **** and so
somber
too
in Autumn's evening
slur

Let me put on
a show for you-
some pearls
some bourbon,
all
à la rouge
like moonlight
threatens to
take you away
before she
slips into your
room

You look at me
and you haven't
got a clue
That there's such a
twinkling
curiosity I have,
Darling,
when it comes
to you.
Sarah Nov 2015
Tonight, your
hands
are singing the
piano,

and the fading
stars of
blue float
in the night

and my silly
heart
resists falling
like a feather-
gravity,
    gravity,
          g
          r
          a
         v
        i
     t
y

who are you in
the white light
of fluorescent bulbs and
reverie
that manages to
pull me into orbit?

You can see that
I'm a meteor who
cannot find
her ground-

So in my hectic
flight,
my chaotic dance
within the
black,
I'm going to
trace patterns
on your
music-hands
piano-hands
your planetary
solar hands
and try to be
your
satellite
Sarah Nov 2015
I'd light a deep
orange
candle, draw
back the curtains,
let the moon
beams
tip-toe
in

I'd be hopeless,
longing,
yearning
for the touch of
your white
skin-

I'd be pulling up
the covers,
quilts,
the pillows and their
feathers

That's what I
would do
If it were to
rain
forever
Sarah Nov 2015
I want to stand
on the edge of
a tall
building-pressed against
the steely bars, the wrought-iron
coils of metal,
icy on my
legs

I want to stand
on the edge of
love, with
you

hold my arms above
my head
let you absorb
all that I
am

drunken and
stupid-
hesitant and
wanting

the creamsicle
orange of a sunset-
the brilliant pink
smear of a
sailor's-trouble-sunrise
with you.
Everything with you.
Standing on the
edge of
everything,
you.

Tell me
you want to
stand with me
too.
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