#sweetnight
It's a quite hour
When fireflies and introverts come out.
The fireflies brighten up the world!
And the introverts brighten up the mind...
Shhh!...Even your whispers can be heard
So be careful , do not make any noise.
Even the monster under my bed comes up,
to help me complete my poetry.
We have midnight parties with moon and stars
Where I end up getting drunk on night!
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC
there is something beautiful about a memory
that reaches from the pit of your stomach
latches onto your heart
and pulls it under your lungs
placing you in a moment
that once saturated the marrow of your bones
when you close your eyes you can
feel, see, and be just as it was
with carrots, a park bench, the night sky,
a bottle of spanish wine
and his arms cradling you against
the chilling wind
it takes you so deeply into
the inscription he carelessly carved
across the back of your eyes that
when you open them again and exhale
you find it fogging the midsummer air
releasing the very breaths you took
by his side
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC